Luyện nghe bài hát Potter's Field

I'm just a traveler passing I wont 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 might 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 rose on the water
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 banks of the of he city
Cuz in the fire of the devils den, life the gray men
That lost all my and my two brothers.

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

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

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

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

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

If you strum that 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 is where you'll find me.

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