Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

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

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

Well a railwaymen lay dying with his by his side
His family crying, knelt in prayer before he died
But above his bed just for the dead
Was the with a twinkle in his eye
Well God's not around and look what I've this one's mine!

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

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

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

the railwayman he cut the cards
And he them each a hand of five
And for the he was praying hard
Or train 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 queen and the knave and the nine and ten of
All he needed was the

And the Lord he called for one more card
But he drew the diamond
And the Devil 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 slipped ace

Ten thousand souls was the bid
And it went up to fifty-nine
But the Lord didn't see what the did
And he said that me fine

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

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

that Spanish train still runs between
Guadalquivir and old
And at dead of the whistle blows
And people fear she's running

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

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