Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

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

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

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

Just then the Lord appeared in a blinding flash of light
And at the devil, get thee hence to endless night!
But the Devil grinned and said I may have sinned
But there's no to push me around
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 throw away that stupid lance, it's really not style
Joker is the name, Poker is the game, we'll play right here on bed
And then we'll bet for the biggest stakes yet, the of the dead!!

And I said out, Lord, he's going to win
The sun is and the night 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 dealt them each a hand of
And for the he was praying 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 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 eight
And the Devil to the son of God
I believe got it straight

So deal me one for the time has
To see who'll be the king of 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 the Devil did
And he that suits me fine

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

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

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

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

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