Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

There's a train that runs between
and old Seville
And at of night the whistle blows
And hear she's running still

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

Well a lay dying with his people by his side
His family were crying, knelt in before he died
But his bed just a-waiting for the dead
Was the Devil with a in his eye
Well God's not around and look what found this one's mine!

Just then the Lord himself appeared in a blinding of light
And shouted at the devil, get hence to endless night!
But the Devil just grinned and I may have sinned
But no need to push me around
I got him first so you can do worst he's going underground

But I think I'll give you one chance said the Devil with a smile
So throw away that stupid lance, it's really not style
Joker is the name, Poker is the game, we'll play here on this bed
And then we'll bet for the biggest stakes yet, the of the dead!!

And I said Look out, Lord, he's to win
The sun is down and the is riding in
That train is dead on time, many are on the line
Oh Lord, going to win

Well the railwayman he cut the
And he dealt them each a hand of
And for the Lord he was praying
Or that he'd have 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 drew the diamond
And the said to the son of God
I you've got it straight

So deal me one for the has come
To see who'll be the king of place
But as he spoke, from his cloak
He another ace

Ten thousand souls was the bid
And it soon went up to
But the Lord didn't see what the did
And he said that suits me

I'll raise you high to and five
And forever put an end to sins
But the Devil let out a shout
My hand

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

Well Spanish train still runs between
Guadalquivir and old
And at dead of night the blows
And people fear she's still

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

And I Lord, oh Lord, you've got to win
The Sun is down and the is riding in
That train is on time, oh my soul is on the line
Oh Lord, got to win