Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

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

And then they hush their back to sleep
Lock the doors, they creep
For it is said the souls of the dead
that 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 for the dead
Was the Devil a twinkle 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 flash of
And at the devil, get thee hence to endless night!
But the Devil just grinned and said I may sinned
But no need to push me around
I got him first so you can do your worst he's going

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 right on this bed
And then we'll bet for the biggest stakes yet, the of the dead!!

And I Look out, Lord, he's going to win
The sun is down and the is riding in
That train is dead on time, many 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 he was praying hard
Or that train he'd have to

Well the Devil he had three 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 was the eight

And then the Lord he called for one card
But he the diamond eight
And the Devil 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 his cloak
He slipped ace

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

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

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

Well that Spanish train still runs
and old Seville
And at of night the whistle blows
And people fear running 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, just doing his best

And I said Lord, oh Lord, 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