Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

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

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

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

Just then the Lord himself appeared in a blinding of light
And shouted at the devil, get thee to endless night!
But the just grinned and said I may have 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 give you one chance said the Devil with a smile
So throw away that lance, it's really not your style
Joker is the name, is the game, we'll play right here on this bed
And then we'll bet for the stakes yet, the souls of the dead!!

And I Look out, Lord, he's going to win
The sun is and the night is riding in
train is dead on time, many 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 hard
Or that train he'd to drive

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

And then the Lord he called for one more
But he the diamond eight
And the said to the son of God
I believe got it straight

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

Ten thousand was the opening bid
And it soon went up to
But the Lord didn't see what the did
And he said suits me fine

I'll raise you high to and five
And forever put an end to sins
But the Devil let out a mighty
My wins

And I Lord, oh Lord, you let him win
The sun is down and the 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 dead of the whistle blows
And people fear she's still

And far away in recess
The Lord and the are now playing chess
The Devil still cheats and wins 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 and the night is riding in
train is still on time, oh my soul is on the line
Oh Lord, got to win