Luyện nghe bài hát Potter's Field

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

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

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

And the that rose on the water
And the high wave out at sea.
And the that flies on the valley
In the is where you'll find me.

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

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

And the ripple that on the water
And the hard moon of the sea
And the that falls on the valley
In the middle is where you me.

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

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

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

If you strum that stream, you may call my spirit in
Or if you blow on the of the whistle.
By an old pile of nails. I might stop and there
the wren pulls her nest from the thistle.

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

above the Cullin wharf . Stands the ol' mound of stone.
In the and the stone and the mountain
If you up the street
Wont you a while for me
Watch the while winds was the island.