Luyện nghe bài hát Poor, Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor, wayfaring
Wandering this world of woe
But theres no sickness, no toil no
That bright world to I go

Im going home to see my
Im going home, no more to
Im only going over
Im just a going home

I know dark clouds will round me
I know my way is rough and
But beauteous lie just before me
Where men redeemed their vigils

Im going home to see my
He he'd meet me when I come
Im just a over Jordan
Im a going over home

I am a poor, stranger
Wandering over world of woe
And no sickness, toil or danger
In that land to which I go

Im home to see my Saviour
Im going home, no more to
Im a going over Jordan
Im a going over home
Im a going over home