Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

There's a Spanish that runs between
Guadalquivir and old
And at dead of the whistle blows
And people hear she's running

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

Well a railwaymen lay dying his people by his side
His family crying, knelt in prayer before he died
But above his bed a-waiting for the dead
Was the Devil with a 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 at the devil, get thee hence to endless 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 worst he's going

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

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

Well the railwayman he cut the
And he dealt them each a hand of
And for the he was praying hard
Or that train have to drive

Well the he had three aces and a king
And the Lord, he was running for a
He had the queen and the knave and the nine and ten of
All he was the eight

And the Lord he called for one more card
But he the diamond eight
And the Devil to the son of God
I believe got it straight

So deal me one for the time has
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 went up to fifty-nine
But the Lord didn't see the Devil did
And he said that me fine

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

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
and old Seville
And at dead of the whistle blows
And people fear she's running

And far away in recess
The Lord and the are now playing chess
The Devil cheats 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