Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

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

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

Well a railwaymen lay with his people by his side
His were crying, knelt in prayer before he died
But above his bed a-waiting for the dead
Was the Devil a twinkle 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 to endless night!
But the Devil just grinned and said I may have
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 throw away that stupid lance, it's really not style
Joker is the name, Poker is the game, we'll play right here on bed
And we'll bet for the biggest stakes yet, the souls of the dead!!

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

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

Well the Devil he had three and a king
And the Lord, he was running for a
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 the diamond eight
And the Devil to the son of God
I believe got it straight

So deal me one for the time has
To see be the king of this place
But as he spoke, from his cloak
He slipped ace

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

raise you high to hundred and five
And forever put an end to your
But the Devil let out a shout
My wins

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

Well that Spanish train runs between
and old Seville
And at dead of night the whistle
And people fear she's still

And far away in recess
The Lord and the are now playing chess
The Devil still cheats and wins more
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 is still on time, oh my soul is on the line
Oh Lord, got to win