Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

There's a Spanish train that 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, they creep
For it is said that the of the dead
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 his head just 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 then the Lord appeared in a blinding flash of light
And shouted at the devil Get thee hence to night
But the Devil just grinned and said I may 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 give you one chance
Said the Devil with a
So away that stupid lance
It's not your style
is the name
Poker is the
play right here on this bed,
And then we'll bet for the stakes yet
The souls of the
And I said out, Lord, he's going to win,
The sun is down and the is riding in,
train is dead on time
Many souls are on the
Oh Lord, going to win

the railwayman he cut the cards
And he dealt them a hand of five
And for the Lord he was hard
For train he'd have to drive...
Well the Devil he had three and a king
And the Lord he was for a straight
He had the queen and the knave and the and ten of spades
All he needed was the

And then the Lord he called for one card
But he the diamond eight
And the said to the son of God
I believe you've got it
So me one for the time has come
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 soon went up to
But the Lord didn't see the Devil did
And he said that me fine
I'll you high to hundred and five
And forever put an end to your
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 still runs between
and old Seville
And at dead of night the whistle
And people she's running still

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

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 is on the line
Oh Lord, got to win