Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring
through this world of woe
But theres no sickness, toil or
In bright land to which I go

Well, Im there to meet my mother
Said, "Shed meet me I come"
Im going over Jordan
Im going over home

I know, clouds will gather round me
I know, my way be rough and steep
But beautiful fields lie before me
Where Gods their vigils keep

Well, Im going to meet my loved ones
on before me, one by one
Im only going Jordan
Im only going home

Ill soon be of earthy trials
My body in the old church yard
Ill drop this of self-denial
And Ill go home to God

Well, Im going there to my Savior
with Him and never roam
Im only over Jordan
Im only over home