Luyện nghe bài hát Potter's Field

I'm just a traveler through I wont haunt or bother you
Though you 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 that killed her.
I went down to the 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 flies on the
In the middle is where you'll me.

In a bath tube for a boat, my I did float
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 hearted moon of the sea
And the shadow that on the valley
In the middle is where you me.

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

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

Though my name is dead and
I remain a carryin on and I roam 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 there
Where the wren her nest from the thistle.

And the that rose on the water
And the rolling wave out at sea
And the that falls on the valley
I'm the middle is you'll find me.

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