Luyện nghe bài hát The Traveling Storm

In a that is not now
a place unknown
I travel on the roads
Looking for

Sewn my vest, a letter
Tells me and when
In my purse a sacred
On my I run

Restless beside the water
to a fire
Kissed a boy and then
up for war

Heard a broken of gypsies
Singing ancient
Gave all my silver to a
Still he more

Oh the of stone and timber
Celebration
No one there seems to
Why carry on

Crowded a man of marble
Speaking foreign
There the began to crumble
And the did moan

In the morning
Caravans of
Turn to the dry land highway
I to the sea

Like a snake so and deadly
Sleepless, coiled and
The one I seek is making
patiently

Pity not the traveler
He in his mind
He is of wind and weather
And from fire is

then the cool betrayer
Waiting
No precaution made will him
From the storm