Luyện nghe bài hát The Traveling Kind

We don't all die to save our spark
From the of time
But the first and last to leave their
become the traveling kind

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

We were born to brave tilted world
With our laid on the line
Be it way-crossed boy or red girl
The song becomes the kind

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

the music slowly starts to fade
Into the light's last soft
Let us lie down in evening shade
And among the traveling kind

And the song goes on for the kind