Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Train

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

And then they hush children back to sleep
Lock the doors, they creep
For it is said the souls of the dead
Fill train ten thousand deep

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

Just then the himself appeared in a blinding flash of light
And shouted at the devil, get thee hence to night!
But the Devil just grinned and said I may have
But no need 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 away that stupid lance, it's really not your style
Joker is the name, Poker is the game, we'll play right on this bed
And then we'll bet for the stakes yet, the souls of the dead!!

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

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

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

And then the Lord he called for one more
But he the diamond eight
And the Devil 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 his cloak
He slipped ace

Ten thousand souls was the bid
And it went up to fifty-nine
But the Lord see what the Devil did
And he said that me fine

I'll raise you high to and five
And put an end to your sins
But the Devil let out a shout
My hand

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 still runs between
Guadalquivir and old
And at dead of night the blows
And fear she's running still

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

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