Luyện nghe bài hát Downbound Train

A stranger on a bar room floor
Had drank so much he drink no more
So he fell with a troubled brain
To that he rode on that downbound train

The engine with blood was and damp
And brilliantly lit a brimstone lamp
And imps for fuel was bones
While the rang with a thousand groans

The boiler was filled lager beer
The devil himself was the
The passengers most a motley crew
Some foreigners and others he knew
Rich men in broadcloth, beggars in
Handsome ladies and wicked old hags

As the train on at a terrible pace
Sulphuric fumes scorched their hands and
Wider and wider the grew
Faster and faster the flew
Louder and louder the thunder
Brighter and brighter the lighting

and hotter the air became
Till their clothes burned with each quivering refrain
Then out of the din came a yell
Ha ha the devil we're nearing home
Oh how the passengers shrieked pain
They begged old Satan to stop that

The stranger awoke with an cry
His clothes wet with sweat and his hair high
He fell on his on the bar room floor
And prayed a prayer never before

And the and vows were not in vain
For he never that downbound train