Luyện nghe bài hát Downbound Train

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

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

The boiler was filled with beer
The devil himself was the
The passengers were a motley crew
Some were foreigners and he knew
Rich men in broadcloth, in rags
Handsome young ladies and wicked old

As the train on at a terrible pace
Sulphuric fumes scorched their hands and
Wider and wider the grew
Faster and faster the flew
and louder the thunder crashed
Brighter and brighter the lighting

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

The awoke with an anguished cry
His clothes wet with sweat and his hair standing
He on his knees on the bar room floor
And prayed a prayer like never

And the and vows were not in vain
For he never rode downbound train