Luyện nghe bài hát Downbound Train

A stranger lying on a bar room
Had drank so he could drink no more
So he fell with a troubled brain
To dream that he rode on that train

The engine blood was sweaty and damp
And brilliantly lit with a lamp
And imps for fuel was bones
While the furnace rang a thousand groans

The boiler was filled with beer
The devil himself was the
The passengers were a motley crew
Some foreigners and others he knew
Rich men in broadcloth, beggars in
young ladies and wicked old hags

As the rushed on at a terrible pace
Sulphuric fumes their hands and face
Wider and the country grew
and faster the engine flew
Louder and louder the crashed
Brighter and the lighting flashed

and hotter the air became
Till their clothes were burned with quivering refrain
Then out of the din there came a
Ha ha the devil we're nearing home
Oh how the passengers with pain
They begged old Satan to stop train

The stranger awoke an anguished cry
His clothes wet with sweat and his hair standing
He on his knees on the bar room floor
And prayed a prayer like before

And the prayers and were not in vain
For he never rode downbound train