Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

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

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

Well a lay dying with his people by his side
His family were crying, knelt in prayer before he
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 found this one's mine!

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

But I think I'll you one more chance 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 stakes yet, the of the dead!!

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

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

the Devil he had three aces and a king
And the Lord, he was running for a
He had the and the knave and the nine and ten of spades
All he was the eight

And then the Lord he for one more card
But he drew the diamond
And the Devil to the son of God
I believe got it straight

So me one for the time has come
To see who'll be the king of this
But as he spoke, from beneath his
He slipped ace

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

I'll raise you high to and five
And forever put an end to sins
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 on time, many souls are on the line
Oh Lord, let him win

Well that Spanish train runs between
Guadalquivir and old
And at of night the whistle blows
And people fear running still

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