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 still

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

Well a railwaymen lay dying his people by his side
His family crying, knelt in prayer before he died
But above his bed just for the dead
Was the Devil with a in his eye
Well not around and look what I've found this one's mine!

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

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, is the game, we'll play right here on this bed
And then bet for the biggest stakes 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
That train is dead on time, souls are on the line
Oh Lord, going to win

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

Well the Devil he had three aces and a
And the Lord, he was for a straight
He had the queen and the knave and the 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 said to the son of God
I believe you've got it

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

Ten souls was the opening bid
And it soon went up to
But the Lord didn't see the Devil did
And he said suits me fine

I'll you high to hundred and five
And forever put an end to sins
But the Devil let out a mighty
My hand

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

that Spanish train still runs between
Guadalquivir and old
And at of night the whistle blows
And fear she's running still

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

And I said Lord, oh Lord, got to win
The Sun is and the night is riding in
That train is on time, oh my soul is on the line
Oh Lord, got to win