Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Wayfaring Stranger

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

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

Ill soon be free every trial
My body asleep in the old
Ill drop the cross of self
And enter on my reward

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

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

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