Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

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

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

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

Just then the Lord himself in a blinding flash of light
And shouted at the devil Get hence to endless night
But the Devil just and said I may have sinned
But there's no to push me around,
I got him so you can do your worst
He's going

But I think I'll give you one chance
Said the Devil with a
So away that stupid lance
It's really not your
is the name
Poker is the
We'll play right here on bed,
And then bet for the biggest stakes yet
The souls of the
And I Look out, Lord, he's going to win,
The sun is down and the is riding in,
That train is on time
souls are on the line
Oh Lord, he's to win

Well the he cut the cards
And he dealt each a hand of five
And for the he was praying 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 and the nine and ten of spades
All he needed was the

And the Lord he called for one more card
But he drew the diamond
And the said to the son of God
I believe got it straight
So me one for the time has come
To see be the king of this place
But as he spoke from beneath his
He slipped ace

Ten souls was the opening bid
And it went up to fifty-nine
But the Lord see what the Devil did
And he said that suits me
I'll you high to hundred and five
And forever put an end to your
But the let out a mighty shout, My hand wins

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

Well that Spanish train runs between
and old Seville
And at dead of the whistle blows
And hear 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, just doing 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 soul is on the
Oh Lord, got to win