Luyện nghe bài hát The Traveling Kind

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

In the wind are of poets past
Some were friends of and mine
And to those unsung, we our glass
May their songs become the kind

We were to brave this tilted world
With our hearts laid on the
Be it way-crossed boy or red dirt
The song becomes the kind

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

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

And the song on for the traveling kind