Luyện nghe bài hát The Traveling Storm

In a that is not now
From a place
I on the mountain roads
Looking for

Sewn inside my vest, a
me where and when
In my purse a sacred
On my I run

girl beside the water
Tending to a
a boy and then another
up for war

Heard a broken band of
Singing ancient
all my silver to a beggar
Still he more

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

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

In the unforgiving
Caravans of
Turn south to the dry highway
I to the sea

a snake so quick and deadly
Sleepless, and cool
The one I seek is making
Waiting

not the weary traveler
He in his mind
He is of wind and weather
And fire is born

Pity then the betrayer
Waiting
No precaution made save him
From the traveling