Luyện nghe bài hát Poor, Wayfaring Stranger

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

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

I know dark clouds will round me
I know my way is and steep
But fields lie just before me
Where men their vigils keep

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

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

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