Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost of Travelin' Jones

An empty sack of dust or a box of bones
Well, me what you will, son
My name's Travelin'
And I search for the
Stumbled with a precious desire

Jones, well, have you seen the miles?
Have you the whiskey and the smoke
Burnin' out underneath your
Well, Travelin' Jones, you're the Travelin'
Well, tell me the of an endless road

It's not where been, son
It's what you
Do you the right from wrong
Tell me boy, are you an honest
Have you ever the fire
Stumbled with precious desire?

Have your fingers bled, boy off strings
Tied to wooden box
That you're across your knee?
Have you ever felt the
Stumbled with a precious desire?

Travelin' Jones, well, seen the miles
I've played in every tonk bar
Yeah, behind that wire
Well, Jones, you're the Travelin' Jones
Tell me the of an endless road

An empty sack of dust or a box of bones
Call me you will, son
My name's Jones and I found the fire