Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

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

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

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

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

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

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

the railwayman he cut the cards
And he dealt them each a of five
And for the Lord he was hard
Or train he'd have to drive

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

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

So me one for the time has come
To see who'll be the king of this
But as he spoke, beneath his cloak
He slipped ace

Ten thousand souls was the bid
And it soon went up to
But the Lord didn't see what the did
And he that suits me fine

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

And I Lord, oh Lord, you let him win
The sun is and the night 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 fear she's running still

And far away in some
The Lord and the are now playing chess
The Devil cheats and wins more souls
And as for the Lord, well, just doing his best

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