Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Wayfaring Stranger

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

Im going there to meet my
She said, meet me when I come
Im only going over
Im only over home

Ill soon be free from trial
My body in the old graveyard
Ill the cross of self denial
And enter on my great

Im there to meet my father
Im going there no to roam
Im going over Jordan
Im only over home

I am a poor wayfaring
Wandering through this of woe
And theres no sickness, no or danger
In that bright land to I go

Im going there to my sister
She said, shed meet me I come
Im only going over
Im going over home