Luyện nghe bài hát The Traveling Kind

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

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

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

There are mountains worth their in gold
mortals dare not climb
Come ye gypsy, sainted, sinners
And claim them for the kind

When the music starts to fade
Into the last soft decline
Let us lie down in that shade
And rest the traveling kind

And the song goes on for the kind