Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

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

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

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

Just the Lord himself appeared in a blinding flash of light
And at the devil Get thee hence to endless night
But the Devil just grinned and I may have sinned
But no need to push me around,
I got him so you can do your worst
going underground

But I I'll give you one more chance
Said the with a smile
So throw away stupid lance
really not your style
Joker is the
is the game
We'll play here on this bed,
And we'll bet for the biggest stakes yet
The souls of the
And I Look out, Lord, he's going to win,
The sun is down and the night is in,
That train is dead on
Many souls are on the
Oh Lord, going to win

Well the railwayman he cut the
And he dealt each a hand of five
And for the Lord he was praying
For that 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 was the eight

And then the Lord he for one more card
But he drew the eight
And the Devil to the son of God
I believe got it straight
So deal me one for the has come
To see who'll be the king of place
But as he spoke from his cloak
He another ace

Ten souls was the opening bid
And it soon went up to
But the Lord didn't see the Devil did
And he that suits me fine
I'll raise you high to hundred and
And forever put an end to sins
But the Devil let out a shout, My hand wins

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

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

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

And I Lord, oh Lord, you've got to win
The Sun is down and the night is in
train is still on time
Oh my is on the line
Oh Lord, got to win