Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

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

And then they hush their children back to
Lock the doors, upstairs they
For it is said that the souls of the
Fill that train ten thousand

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

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

But I I'll give you one more chance said the Devil with a smile
So throw away that stupid lance, 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 said out, Lord, he's going to win
The sun is and the night is riding in
train is dead on time, many souls are on the line
Oh Lord, going to win

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

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

And then the Lord he for one more card
But he drew the diamond
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, beneath his cloak
He slipped ace

Ten thousand was the opening bid
And it soon up to fifty-nine
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 mighty
My wins

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

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

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