Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

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

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

Well a lay dying with his people by his side
His family 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 what I've found this one's mine!

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

But I think I'll give you one more chance said the Devil a smile
So throw 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 said Look out, Lord, 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, going to win

Well the he cut the cards
And he them each a hand of five
And for the Lord he was hard
Or train he'd have to drive

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

And then the Lord he called for one card
But he drew the eight
And the said to the son of God
I you've got it straight

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

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

I'll raise you high to and five
And forever put an end to sins
But the let out a mighty shout
My wins

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

Well that Spanish train still runs
and old Seville
And at dead of the whistle blows
And fear she's running still

And far away in some
The Lord and the Devil are now chess
The Devil still cheats and wins more
And as for the Lord, well, he's just doing his

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