Luyện nghe bài hát The Ferryman

Oh, the traveller moving on the land, behold I give you, I give you the man.
And very heavy laden with the questions in his burden.
Lo, and I you the travelling man.
He has crossed the mountains, he has streams.
He has spent a long surviving on his dreams.
Many he's tried to lighten up his heavy load.
But his fail him and he ends back on the road.

Oh the traveller he is weary, the man he is tired.
For the road is never ending in his fear he has cried for a saviour
And in vain for a teacher, someone to up the load
And he's heard the sounds of war in a gentle of rain
And the whisperings of that he could not explain.
The reason for his journey, or the it began
Or was any reason for the travelling man.

At he reached a river so beautiful and wide
But the was so strong he could not reach the other side
And the travelling man looked for a ferryman strong enough to row against the tide,
And the ferryman was old but he moved the so well,
Or did the river move the boat? The could not tell.
Said the ferryman, "You're weary and the that you seek,
Are in the singing river, humbly it will speak."

Oh, the traveller closed his and he listened and he heard
the river murmuring and the beating of his heart.
Then he heard the river laughing, and he heard the crying
And in it was the beauty and the sadness of the
And he heard the sounds of dying, but he the sounds of birth
And slowly his ears all the sounds of earth.
The sounds blended together and they became a
And the was his heartbeat to the music his soul.

And the river had no beginning, as it flowed the sea
And the seas filled the clouds and the rains filled the
And as as the sunrise, he opened up his eyes
To the ferryman had gone, the boat moved gently on the tide.
And the river within him, and with it he was one
And the seas moved the earth, and the earth around the sun.
And the traveller was the river, was the and ferryman,
Was the and the song that the singing river sang.