Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

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

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

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

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

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

And I Look out, Lord, he's going to win
The sun is and the night is riding in
That train is dead on time, many souls are on the
Oh Lord, he's to win

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

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 was the eight

And then the Lord he for one more card
But he the diamond eight
And the Devil to the son of God
I believe you've got it

So deal me one for the has come
To see who'll be the king of place
But as he spoke, from beneath his
He slipped ace

Ten thousand souls was the bid
And it soon went up to
But the Lord didn't see what the did
And he said suits me fine

I'll you high to hundred and five
And put an end to your sins
But the let out a mighty shout
My hand

And I Lord, oh Lord, you let him win
The sun is and the night is riding in
train is dead on time, many souls are on the line
Oh Lord, let him win

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

And far away in recess
The and the Devil are now playing 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 down and the night is in
That is still on time, oh my soul is on the line
Oh Lord, got to win