Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

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

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

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

Just then the Lord himself in a blinding flash of light
And shouted at the devil, get thee to endless night!
But the Devil just grinned and said I may 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 away that stupid lance, it's really not your style
Joker is the name, Poker is the game, we'll play right on this 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 and the night 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 them each a of five
And for the Lord he was praying
Or that train he'd to drive

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

And then the he called for one more card
But he drew the eight
And the said 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 went 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 hundred and
And forever put an end to sins
But the let out a mighty shout
My hand

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

Well that Spanish train still runs
Guadalquivir and old
And at of night the whistle blows
And people she's running still

And far in some recess
The Lord and the Devil are now chess
The Devil still cheats and wins more
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 is still on time, oh my soul is on the line
Oh Lord, got to win