Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

There's a Spanish train that between
and old Seville
And at dead of the whistle blows
And fear she's running still...

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

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

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

But I think I'll give you one chance
Said the Devil a smile
So throw away that lance
really not your style
Joker is the
Poker is the
We'll play right here on bed,
And then bet for the biggest stakes yet
The souls of the
And I said Look out, Lord, he's to win,
The sun is and the night is riding in,
That is dead on time
Many are on the line
Oh Lord, going to win

Well the railwayman he cut the
And he dealt them each a of five
And for the Lord he was hard
For that train have to drive...
Well the he had three aces and a king
And the Lord he was for a straight
He had the queen and the knave and the nine and ten of
All he was the eight

And then the Lord he called for one more
But he drew the diamond
And the Devil to the son of God
I you've got it straight
So me one for the time has come
To see be the king of this place
But as he spoke beneath his cloak
He another ace

Ten thousand souls was the bid
And it went up to fifty-nine
But the Lord didn't see the Devil did
And he said suits me fine
I'll raise you high to hundred and
And put an end to your sins
But the Devil let out a mighty shout, My hand

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

Well that Spanish train still runs
Quadalquivir and old
And at dead of the whistle blows
And people hear she's still

And far away in recess
The Lord and the are now playing chess
The Devil still cheats and wins souls
And as for the Lord, well, just doing his best

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