Luyện nghe bài hát The Ferryman

Oh, the traveller moving on the land, behold I give you, I give you the man.
And he's heavy 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 time on his dreams.
Many he's tried to lighten 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 is never ending in his fear he has cried aloud for a saviour
And in vain for a teacher, to lighten up the load
And he's heard the sounds of war in a gentle shower of
And the whisperings of that he could not explain.
The for his journey, or the reason it began
Or was there any 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 enough to row against the tide,
And the was old but he moved the boat so well,
Or did the river move the boat? The traveller not tell.
Said the ferryman, "You're weary and the that you seek,
Are in the singing river, humbly it will speak."

Oh, the closed his eyes and he listened and he heard
Only the river murmuring and the of his heart.
Then he heard the laughing, and he heard the river crying
And in it was the beauty and the of the world
And he heard the sounds of dying, but he the sounds of birth
And slowly his ears heard all the 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 and the rains filled the streams
And as as the sunrise, he opened up his eyes
To find the ferryman had gone, the boat moved on the tide.
And the flowed 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 journey and the song that the singing sang.