Luyện nghe bài hát Potter's Field

I'm just a passing through I wont haunt or bother you
you could put an end to my story.

You could call me ol' Jack.You have seen me caped in black.
As I the streets of the village.

And in her flowing hair. You might find my story there.
Though it was not my own hand killed her.
I went down to the moonlight trail. Road out on the
And my long life of journey,

And the ripple that rose on the
And the high wave out at sea.
And the Shadow that flies on the
In the middle is where you'll me.

In a bath tube for a boat, my passage I did
On the banks of the dock of he
Cuz in the fire of the den, life the gray coated men
That all my hopes and my two brothers.

So I wondered in the west down. Did my best.
But my was unsteady and restless.
To the room on Houston street. Where the pawn would meet
And we out the wine of the ages.

And the ripple rose on the water
And the hard hearted of the sea
And the shadow that falls on the
In the is where you find me.

Ten little
Ten little
Sleep little babies. You'll never know, you ever know.

Years ago my lid was
Through me in the Potters field
We're the souls of the and forgotten.

Though my is dead and gone
I remain a on and I roam with an old band of brothers.

If you that ancient stream, you may call my spirit in
Or if you on the horn of the whistle.
By an old pile of nails. I might stop and listen
Where the pulls her nest from the thistle.

And the ripple that rose on the
And the high rolling out at sea
And the that falls on the valley
I'm the middle is where you'll me.

High above the Cullin . Stands the ol' mound of stone.
In the mist and the stone and the
If you scramble up the
Wont you stay a for me
Watch the while rolling was the island.