Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost of Travelin' Jones

An sack of dust or just a box of bones
Well, call me you will, son
My Travelin' Jones
And I search for the
Stumbled upon with a precious

Travelin' Jones, well, have you the miles?
Have you the whiskey and the smoke
out underneath your tires?
Well, Travelin' Jones, the Travelin' Jones
Well, tell me the secrets of an road

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

Have your fingers bled, boy off strings
to that wooden box
That you're playin' across knee?
Have you felt the fire
Stumbled upon a precious desire?

Travelin' Jones, well, I've seen the
I've played in every honky bar
Yeah, behind that chicken
Well, Travelin' Jones, you're the Jones
Tell me the secrets of an endless

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