Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

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

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

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

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

But I think I'll give you one more
Said the Devil a smile
So throw away stupid lance
It's not your style
Joker is the
is the game
We'll play here on this bed,
And then we'll bet for the biggest yet
The souls of the
And I said out, Lord, he's going to win,
The sun is down and the 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 a hand of five
And for the he was praying hard
For that train he'd to drive...
Well the he had three aces and a king
And the Lord he was for a straight
He had the and the knave and the nine and ten of spades
All he needed was the

And then the Lord he called for one more
But he the diamond 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 who'll be the king of this
But as he from beneath 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 said that suits me
I'll you high to hundred and five
And forever put an end to sins
But the Devil let out a mighty shout, My wins

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

Well Spanish train still runs between
Quadalquivir and old
And at dead of night the blows
And people hear running still

And far away in some
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
train is still on time
Oh my soul is on the
Oh Lord, got to win