Luyện nghe bài hát Poor, Wayfaring Stranger

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

Im going to see my mother
Im home, no more to roam
Im going over Jordan
Im just a over home

I know dark clouds will gather me
I know my way is rough and
But beauteous fields lie before me
Where men redeemed vigils keep

Im going to see my father
He said meet me when I come
Im just a going over
Im a going over home

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

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