Luyện nghe bài hát The Traveling Kind

We all die young to save our spark
From the ravages of
But the and last to leave their mark
Someday the traveling kind

In the wind are names of past
Some were friends of and mine
And to those unsung, we lift our
May their songs become the traveling

We were born to brave tilted world
With our hearts on the line
Be it way-crossed boy or red dirt
The becomes the traveling kind

There are worth their weight in gold
Mere mortals not climb
ye gypsy, sainted, sinners both
And claim them for the traveling

When the music slowly to fade
the light's last soft decline
Let us lie down in that evening
And rest among the kind

And the goes on for the traveling kind