Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well the Devil he had three and a king
And the Lord, he was running for a
He had the and the knave and the nine and ten of spades
All he needed was the

And then the he called for one more card
But he drew the eight
And the said to the son of God
I believe you've got it

So deal me one for the has come
To see be the king of this place
But as he spoke, beneath his cloak
He another ace

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

I'll you high to hundred and five
And forever put an end to sins
But the Devil let out a mighty
My wins

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

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

And far away in some
The Lord and the Devil are now chess
The Devil still cheats and wins souls
And as for the Lord, well, he's just his best

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