Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

There's a Spanish train that runs
Quadalquivir and old
And at dead of night the whistle
And people fear running still...

And then hush their children back to sleep
the doors, upstairs they creep
For it is said that the souls of the
Fill train ten thousand deep!!

Well a railwayman lay dying with his by his side
His family were crying, knelt in prayer before he
But above his just awaiting for the dead
Was the Devil with a in his eye
Well God's not around and look what I've found this mine

then the Lord himself appeared in a blinding flash of light
And shouted at the Get thee hence to endless night
But the Devil just grinned and said I may sinned
But there's no to push me around,
I got him first so you can do worst
He's underground

But I think I'll you one more chance
Said the Devil a smile
So away that stupid lance
It's really not your
is the name
Poker is the
We'll right here on this bed,
And then we'll bet for the biggest yet
The souls of the
And I said out, Lord, he's going to win,
The sun is down and the night is in,
That train is on time
souls are on the line
Oh Lord, going to win

Well the railwayman he cut the
And he them each a hand of five
And for the he was praying hard
For that train have to drive...
Well the Devil he had aces and a king
And the he was running for a straight
He had the queen and the and the nine and ten of spades
All he was the eight

And then the he called for one more card
But he the diamond eight
And the said to the son of God
I you've got it straight
So deal me one for the has come
To see be the king of this place
But as he spoke beneath his cloak
He slipped ace

Ten thousand was the opening bid
And it went up to fifty-nine
But the Lord see what the Devil did
And he said that me fine
raise you high to hundred and five
And forever put an end to your
But the let out a mighty shout, My hand wins

And I Lord, oh Lord, you let him win
The sun is down and the is riding in
That train is dead on time, many souls are on the
Oh Lord, let him win...

Well that train still runs between
and old Seville
And at dead of the whistle blows
And people hear she's running

And far in some recess
The Lord and the Devil are now chess
The Devil still cheats and wins more
And as for the Lord, well, he's doing his best

And I said Lord, oh Lord, got to win
The Sun is down and the is riding in
That train is on time
Oh my soul is on the
Oh Lord, got to win