Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

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

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

a railwaymen lay dying with his people by his side
His family were crying, knelt in before he died
But above his bed just for the dead
Was the Devil a twinkle in his eye
God's not around and look what I've found this one's 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 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 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, many souls are on the
Oh Lord, going to win

Well the he cut the cards
And he them each a hand of five
And for the Lord he was hard
Or that he'd have to drive

Well the Devil he had three aces and a
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 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 be the king of this place
But as he spoke, from his cloak
He another ace

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

I'll you high to hundred and five
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 down and the night is 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 whistle
And people fear she's running

And far away in some
The and the Devil are now playing chess
The Devil still and wins more souls
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
That train is still on time, oh my soul is on the
Oh Lord, got to win