Luyện nghe bài hát The Ferryman

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

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

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

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