Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

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

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

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

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

But I think give you one more chance
the Devil with a smile
So throw away stupid 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 of the dead
And I said 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, going to win

Well the railwayman he cut the
And he them each a hand of five
And for the Lord he was praying
For that train have to drive...
the Devil he had three aces and a king
And the Lord he was for a straight
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 you've got it
So deal me one for the has come
To see who'll be the of this place
But as he spoke from beneath his
He another ace

Ten souls was the opening bid
And it went up to fifty-nine
But the didn't see what the Devil did
And he said that suits me
raise 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 down and the night is in
That train is on time, many souls are on the line
Oh Lord, let him win...

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

And far away in recess
The Lord and the Devil are now playing
The Devil still cheats and wins 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 night is in
That train is on time
Oh my soul is on the
Oh Lord, got to win