Luyện nghe bài hát The Traveling Kind

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

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

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

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

When the music slowly starts to
Into the light's soft decline
Let us lie down in that shade
And rest among the kind

And the goes on for the traveling kind