Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

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

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

Well a railwaymen lay dying his people by his side
His family were crying, knelt in prayer he died
But above his bed just a-waiting for the
Was the Devil a twinkle in his eye
Well God's not around and 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 first so you can do your worst going underground

But I think I'll give you one 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 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

Well the railwayman he cut the
And he dealt them each a hand of
And for the Lord he was hard
Or that train 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 nine and ten of
All he needed was the

And then the Lord he for one more card
But he the diamond eight
And the said 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, beneath his cloak
He another ace

Ten thousand was the opening bid
And it soon up to fifty-nine
But the Lord see what the Devil did
And he said that suits me

raise you high to hundred and five
And forever put an end to sins
But the Devil let out a shout
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, souls are on the line
Oh Lord, let him win

Well that Spanish still runs between
and old Seville
And at dead of night the blows
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, he's just his best

And I Lord, oh Lord, you've got to win
The Sun is down and the is riding in
That train is still on time, oh my is on the line
Oh Lord, got to win