Luyện nghe bài hát Born To Be A Traveler

(Fearing/White)

I was born to be a traveler, I must landed on my head
I used to dream that I was flying, I was out of bed
Then the started moving, but some got left behind
And we learned to send postcards, like letters from the
Out of sight but out of mind
I was to be a traveler
To and ride

My Mother she told me how to get out of the
Wrap the up in comics and you can read them later
Learn to tie a knot but you must always a blade
And cuts are a consequence of the choices that you made
She showed me to leave and my Father taught me why
I was born to be a
To and ride

I'm for love
For love and for
I run when I'm
When I stumble and
I fall into the
Not a in my stride
I was to be a traveler
To and ride

in the evening, I take my stuff out of the car
Someone asks me, they could look at my guitar
And I open up the case, a worn, a little frayed
A little weary of all the miles I have made
A gallery of faces, where the memories
I was born to be
To and ride