Luyện nghe bài hát The Traveling Kind

We don't all die young to save our
From the of time
But the first and last to their mark
Someday the traveling kind

In the wind are of poets past
Some were friends of yours and
And to unsung, we lift our glass
May songs become the traveling kind

We were born to brave tilted world
With our hearts laid on the
Be it boy or red dirt girl
The song becomes the kind

There are worth their weight in gold
Mere dare not climb
Come ye gypsy, sainted, both
And claim them for the kind

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

And the goes on for the traveling kind