Luyện nghe bài hát Downbound Train

A stranger on a bar room floor
Had drank so much he drink no more
So he fell asleep with a troubled
To dream that he on that downbound train

The engine with blood was sweaty and
And lit with a brimstone lamp
And imps for fuel was shoveling
While the furnace rang a thousand groans

The boiler was filled with beer
The devil himself was the
The passengers were most a motley
Some were foreigners and he knew
men in broadcloth, beggars in rags
Handsome young and wicked old hags

As the train rushed on at a terrible
Sulphuric fumes their hands and face
Wider and the country grew
Faster and the engine flew
Louder and the thunder crashed
and brighter the lighting flashed

Hotter and hotter the air
Till clothes were burned with each quivering refrain
out of the din there came a yell
Ha ha said the devil nearing home
Oh how the passengers shrieked pain
They begged old Satan to stop that

The stranger with an anguished cry
His clothes wet with sweat and his hair standing
He on his knees on the bar room floor
And prayed a prayer like never

And the and vows were not in vain
For he never rode that train