Luyện nghe bài hát The Lower Road

Cut me down,
Bury this
out of town,
out by the sea

And this ring,
it to Emily
And her I'm peaceful now,
her I've been released

I will be rolling on, I will be on . . .

Well I that drill,
I it all too well
like a lonely voice
And shifts to a tolling

Like rain on a dusty
Small bones in the well
The spark a fiery tongue
And the kiss the cheek of Hell

I will be rolling on, I be rolling on
I've had my to play, now I am going home . . . .

There's no which way boys
This thing is take hold
From the on a poplar tree
To the bruise a band of gold

From the in a far country
To the war of just old
We travel a lower
And it's and it is cold

And we be rolling on, We will be rolling on
We had our part to play now we are going

We keep rolling on
We keep rolling on
for every midnight hour
There's a rising sun . . . .