Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

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

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

Well a railwayman lay dying his people by his side
His family were crying, knelt in prayer before he
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 found this mine

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

But I think I'll give you one chance
the Devil with a smile
So throw that stupid lance
It's not your style
Joker is the
Poker is the
We'll play here on this bed,
And then 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 is riding in,
That is dead on time
souls are on the line
Oh Lord, going to win

Well the he cut the cards
And he them each a hand of five
And for the he was praying hard
For train he'd 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 needed was the

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

Ten souls was the opening bid
And it soon up to fifty-nine
But the didn't see what the Devil did
And he that suits me fine
I'll raise you to hundred and five
And put an end to your sins
But the let out a mighty shout, My hand wins

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

Well that train still runs between
Quadalquivir and old
And at dead of the whistle blows
And people hear she's 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 and the night is riding in
That train is still on
Oh my is on the line
Oh Lord, got to win