Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

There's a Spanish train that runs
Guadalquivir and old
And at dead of night the blows
And hear she's running still

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

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

Just then the Lord appeared in a blinding flash of light
And shouted at the devil, get thee hence to night!
But the just grinned 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 underground

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

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

Well the he cut the cards
And he them each a hand of five
And for the he was praying hard
Or train he'd have to drive

Well the Devil he had three aces and a
And the Lord, he was running for a
He had the and the knave and the nine and ten of spades
All he needed was the

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

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

Ten thousand souls was the bid
And it soon up to fifty-nine
But the Lord didn't see the Devil did
And he said that suits me

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 down and the is riding in
That train is dead on time, many souls are on the
Oh Lord, let him win

Well that Spanish train still between
Guadalquivir and old
And at dead of night the whistle
And people fear she's running

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 doing his

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