Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

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

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

Well a railwaymen lay dying with his by his side
His family were crying, in prayer before 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 look what found this one's mine!

Just then the himself appeared in a blinding flash of light
And shouted at the devil, get thee hence to night!
But the Devil just 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 you one more 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, play right here on this bed
And then bet for the biggest stakes yet, the souls of the dead!!

And I said out, Lord, he's going to win
The sun is down and the night is in
That is dead on time, many souls 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 train he'd have to

Well the 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 you've got it straight

So me one for the time 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 went up to fifty-nine
But the Lord see what the Devil did
And he said that me fine

raise you high to hundred and five
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 down and the is riding in
train is dead on time, many souls are on the line
Oh Lord, let him win

Well that Spanish train runs between
and old Seville
And at dead of night the blows
And people fear she's 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 doing his

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