Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

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

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

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

Just then the Lord himself appeared in a blinding flash of
And shouted at the devil, get thee hence to night!
But the Devil grinned and said I may have sinned
But no need 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 stupid lance, it's 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 down and the night is in
That train is dead on time, souls are on the line
Oh Lord, he's to win

Well the railwayman he cut the
And he dealt them a hand of five
And for the Lord he was praying
Or that train have to drive

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

And then the Lord he called for one card
But he the diamond eight
And the Devil to the son of God
I you've 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 another ace

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

raise 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 is riding in
That train is dead on time, souls are on the line
Oh Lord, let him win

Well Spanish train still runs between
and old Seville
And at dead of night the whistle
And fear she's running still

And far away in some
The Lord and the Devil are now 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 and the night is riding in
That train is still on time, oh my is on the line
Oh Lord, got to win