Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

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

And then they hush their children to sleep
Lock the doors, they creep
For it is that the souls of the dead
Fill that train ten thousand

a railwaymen lay dying with 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
God's not around and look what I've found this one's mine!

Just the Lord himself appeared in a blinding flash of light
And shouted at the devil, get 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 so you can do your worst he's going underground

But I think I'll give you one more 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 right here on bed
And we'll bet for the biggest stakes yet, the souls of the dead!!

And I said Look out, Lord, 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, he's to win

Well the railwayman he cut the
And he dealt them each a hand of
And for the Lord he was praying
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 needed was the

And then the Lord he called for one more
But he drew the eight
And the Devil to the son of God
I believe you've got it

So me one for the time has come
To see who'll be the king of place
But as he spoke, from beneath his
He another 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 said that suits me

I'll raise you high to and five
And put an end to your 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 night is 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 of night the whistle blows
And people she's running still

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