Luyện nghe bài hát The Ferryman

Oh, the traveller moving on the land, behold I give you, I you the travelling man.
And he's very laden with the questions in his burden.
Lo, and I give you the man.
He has the mountains, he has forded streams.
He has spent a long 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 he is weary, the travelling man he is tired.
For the road is ending in his fear he has cried aloud for a saviour
And in for a teacher, someone to lighten up the load
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 reason it
Or was any reason for the travelling man.

At last he reached a river so beautiful and
But the current was so he could not reach the other side
And the weary travelling man looked for a ferryman strong 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 answers you seek,
Are in the singing river, humbly it will speak."

Oh, the traveller closed his and he listened and he heard
Only the murmuring and the beating of his heart.
Then he the river 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 heard the of birth
And slowly his ears heard all the of earth.
The sounds blended and they became a whole
And the rhythm was his to the music his soul.

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