Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

There's a Spanish train that between
and old Seville
And at dead of night the whistle
And people hear she's running

And then they hush children back to sleep
Lock the doors, upstairs creep
For it is said the souls of the dead
Fill train ten thousand 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 a-waiting for the
Was the Devil a twinkle in his eye
God's not around and look what I've found this one's mine!

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

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

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

the railwayman he cut the cards
And he dealt them each a hand of
And for the Lord he was praying
Or that train have to drive

Well the he had three aces and a king
And the Lord, he was running for a
He had the queen and the and the nine and ten of spades
All he needed was the

And then the Lord he called for one more
But he the diamond eight
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, beneath his cloak
He another ace

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

I'll raise you high to hundred and
And forever put an end to your
But the Devil let out a mighty
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
Guadalquivir and old
And at of night the whistle blows
And people fear she's still

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

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