Luyện nghe bài hát Downbound Train

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

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

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

As the train rushed on at a pace
Sulphuric scorched their hands and face
Wider and the country grew
Faster and faster the engine
Louder and louder the thunder
Brighter and the lighting flashed

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

The stranger awoke an anguished cry
His wet with sweat and his hair standing high
He fell on his knees on the bar room
And prayed a prayer like before

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