Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

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

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

a railwayman lay dying with his people by his side
His family were crying, knelt in prayer he died
But his head just awaiting for the dead
Was the Devil 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 hence to night
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
He's going

But I think I'll you one more chance
Said the Devil with a
So throw away that lance
really not your 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 said Look out, Lord, going to win,
The sun is down and the is riding in,
train is dead on time
Many are on the line
Oh Lord, going to win

the railwayman he cut the cards
And he dealt each a hand of five
And for the Lord he was praying
For that he'd have to drive...
Well the Devil he had three aces and a
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 the Lord he called for one more card
But he drew the eight
And the Devil to the son of God
I you've got it straight
So deal me one for the time has
To see who'll be the of this place
But as he spoke beneath his cloak
He another ace

Ten souls was the opening bid
And it soon 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 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 dead on time, many souls are on the
Oh Lord, let him win...

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

And far in some recess
The Lord and the Devil are now 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 is riding in
train is still on time
Oh my soul is on the
Oh Lord, got to win