Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

There's a Spanish train runs between
Guadalquivir and old
And at dead of night the blows
And people hear she's running

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

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

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

But I think I'll 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 we'll bet for the biggest stakes yet, the souls of the dead!!

And I said Look out, Lord, he's to win
The sun is down and the 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 each a hand of five
And for the he was praying hard
Or that train have to drive

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

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

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

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

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

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

And far away in recess
The Lord and the Devil are now chess
The still cheats and wins more souls
And as for the Lord, well, just doing his best

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