Luyện nghe bài hát The Ferryman

Oh, the traveller moving on the land, I give you, I give you the travelling man.
And he's very heavy laden with the in his burden.
Lo, and I give you the man.
He has the mountains, he has forded streams.
He has spent a time surviving on his dreams.
Many times he's tried to lighten up his load.
But his compromises 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 aloud for a saviour
And in vain for a teacher, someone to lighten up the
And he's the sounds of war in a gentle shower of rain
And the of despair that he could not explain.
The reason for his journey, or the it began
Or was there any reason for the man.

At last he reached a river so and wide
But the current was so strong he could not reach the other
And the weary travelling man looked for a ferryman enough to row against the tide,
And the ferryman was old but he moved the so well,
Or did the move the boat? The traveller 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 the river laughing, and he heard the river crying
And in it was the beauty and the sadness of the
And he heard the sounds of dying, but he heard the sounds of
And slowly his ears heard all the of earth.
The sounds blended together and became a whole
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 the streams
And as slowly as the sunrise, he up his eyes
To find the ferryman had gone, the moved gently on the tide.
And the river flowed 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 journey and the song the singing river sang.