Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

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

And they hush their children back to sleep
Lock the doors, upstairs they
For it is that the souls of the dead
that train ten thousand deep!!

Well a railwayman lay with his people by his side
His family were crying, knelt in prayer before he
But above his head awaiting for the dead
Was the Devil a twinkle in his eye
Well God's not around and look what I've found this one's

Just then the himself appeared in a blinding flash of light
And at the devil Get thee hence to endless night
But the just grinned and said I may have sinned
But no need to push me around,
I got him first so you can do your
going underground

But I think give you one more chance
Said the with a smile
So throw away that stupid
really not your style
Joker is the
Poker is the
We'll play right here on bed,
And then we'll bet for the stakes yet
The souls of the
And I said out, Lord, he's going to win,
The sun is and the night is riding in,
That train is on time
souls are on the line
Oh Lord, going to win

Well the he cut the cards
And he dealt them each a hand of
And for the Lord he was hard
For that train he'd to drive...
Well the Devil he had three and a king
And the he was running for a straight
He had the queen and the knave and the and ten of spades
All he was the eight

And then the Lord he called for one card
But he drew the eight
And the said to the son of God
I believe got it straight
So deal me one for the time has
To see be the king of this place
But as he spoke from his cloak
He another ace

Ten souls was the opening bid
And it went up to fifty-nine
But the didn't see what the Devil did
And he said that suits me
I'll raise you to hundred and five
And forever put an end to sins
But the Devil let out a shout, My hand wins

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

Well that train still runs between
Quadalquivir and old
And at dead of night the whistle
And people hear she's still

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

And I said Lord, oh Lord, got to win
The Sun is down and the night is in
That train is still on
Oh my is on the line
Oh Lord, got to win