Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

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

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

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

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

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

Well the he cut the cards
And he dealt them a hand of five
And for the Lord he was praying
For train he'd have to drive...
Well the Devil he had three aces and a
And the Lord he was for a straight
He had the queen and the and the nine and ten of spades
All he was the eight

And then the he called for one more card
But he drew the eight
And the said 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 slipped ace

Ten souls was the opening bid
And it went up to fifty-nine
But the Lord see what the Devil did
And he said suits me fine
raise you high to hundred and five
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 runs between
and old Seville
And at dead of the whistle blows
And people hear running still

And far away in recess
The Lord and the Devil are now playing
The Devil cheats and wins more souls
And as for the Lord, well, he's just 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