Luyện nghe bài hát Poor, Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor, wayfaring
Wandering over 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 going over
Im just a over home

I know dark clouds gather round me
I know my way is rough and
But fields lie just before me
Where men redeemed their keep

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

I am a poor, wayfaring
over this world of woe
And theres no sickness, or danger
In that land to which I go

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