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

a railwaymen lay dying with his people by his side
His family were crying, in prayer before he died
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 this one's mine!

Just then the Lord himself appeared in a flash of light
And shouted at the devil, get thee to endless night!
But the Devil just grinned and said I may sinned
But there's no need to push me
I got him first so you can do your worst he's underground

But I think I'll give you one more said the Devil with a smile
So away that stupid lance, it's really not your style
is the name, Poker is the game, we'll play right here on this bed
And then we'll bet for the biggest yet, the souls of the dead!!

And I said out, Lord, he's going to win
The sun is down and the is riding 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 them each a hand of five
And for the Lord he was hard
Or that train he'd have to

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 and ten of spades
All he needed was the

And then the Lord he called for one more
But he drew the diamond
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, from beneath his
He slipped ace

Ten thousand souls was the bid
And it soon 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 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, many are on the line
Oh Lord, let him win

Well that Spanish train runs between
Guadalquivir and old
And at dead of night the whistle
And people she's running still

And far in some recess
The Lord and the are now playing chess
The Devil still cheats and wins souls
And as for the Lord, well, just doing his best

And I Lord, oh Lord, you've got to win
The Sun is down and the is riding in
That train is on time, oh my soul is on the line
Oh Lord, got to win