Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

There's a Spanish train runs between
and old Seville
And at dead of night the whistle
And people she's running still...

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

Well a railwayman lay dying with his people by his
His family were crying, knelt in before he died
But above his head just awaiting for the
Was the with a twinkle in his eye
Well not around and look what I've found this one's 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 grinned and said I may have sinned
But no need to push me around,
I got him first so you can do your
He's underground

But I I'll give you one more chance
Said the Devil with a
So away that stupid lance
It's really not your
Joker is the
is the game
We'll right here on this bed,
And then we'll bet for the stakes yet
The of the dead
And I said out, Lord, he's going to win,
The sun is down and the night is in,
That is dead on time
Many 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 Lord he was hard
For train he'd have to drive...
Well the he had three aces and a king
And the Lord he was running for a
He had the and the knave and the nine and ten of spades
All he needed was the

And then the he called for one more card
But he the diamond eight
And the said to the son of God
I believe got it straight
So deal me one for the time has
To see who'll be the of this place
But as he spoke from beneath his
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
I'll raise you high to hundred and
And put an end to your sins
But the Devil let out a shout, My hand wins

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

Well Spanish train still runs between
and old Seville
And at dead of night the whistle
And people hear she's still

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

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