Luyện nghe bài hát Potter's Field

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

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

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

And the ripple that rose on the
And the high wave out at sea.
And the Shadow that on the valley
In the middle is where find me.

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

So I wondered in the settled down. Did my best.
But my was unsteady 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 rose on the
And the hard moon of the sea
And the shadow that on the valley
In the is where you find me.

Ten flavors
Ten little
Sleep little babies. You'll know, where you ever know.

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

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

If you strum ancient 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 listen
Where the pulls her nest from the thistle.

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

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