Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

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

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

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

Just then the 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 sinned
But no need to push me around,
I got him first so you can do your
He's underground

But I think give you one more chance
Said the with a smile
So away that stupid lance
really not your style
Joker is the
Poker is the
We'll play here on this bed,
And we'll 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 train is dead on
Many are on the line
Oh Lord, he's to win

Well the he cut the cards
And he them each a hand of five
And for the Lord he was praying
For that train he'd to drive...
Well the he had three aces and a king
And the Lord he was running for a
He had the queen and the knave and the nine and ten of
All he needed was the

And then the he called for one more card
But he drew the eight
And the said to the son of God
I believe got it straight
So deal me one for the time has
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 didn't 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 mighty shout, My hand

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

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

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

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