Luyện nghe bài hát Downbound Train

A stranger on a bar room floor
Had drank so much he could no more
So he fell asleep a troubled brain
To that he rode on that downbound train

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

The boiler was filled with lager
The devil himself was the
The passengers most a motley crew
Some were foreigners and others he
Rich men in broadcloth, beggars in
Handsome young and wicked old hags

As the train on at a terrible pace
fumes scorched their hands and face
Wider and wider the country
Faster and faster the engine
and louder the thunder crashed
Brighter and brighter the lighting

Hotter and the air became
Till their clothes were with each quivering refrain
out of the din there came a yell
Ha ha said the we're nearing home
Oh how the shrieked with pain
They old Satan to stop that train

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

And the prayers and vows not in vain
For he never rode that downbound