Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

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

And then they hush their children to sleep
Lock the doors, upstairs they
For it is said that the of the dead
Fill that train ten deep

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

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

But I think I'll give you one chance said the Devil with a smile
So throw that stupid lance, it's really not your style
Joker is the name, Poker is the game, we'll right here on this bed
And then bet for the biggest stakes yet, the souls of the dead!!

And I Look out, Lord, he's going to win
The sun is down and the night is in
That train is dead on time, many are on the line
Oh Lord, he's to win

the railwayman he cut the cards
And he dealt each a hand of five
And for the Lord he was praying
Or that he'd have to drive

Well the he had three aces and a king
And the Lord, he was running for a
He had the queen and the and the nine and ten of spades
All he was the eight

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

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

Ten thousand souls was the bid
And it soon went up to
But the didn't see what the Devil did
And he said that suits me

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

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
Guadalquivir and old
And at dead of the whistle blows
And people fear she's still

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

And I Lord, oh Lord, you've 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