Luyện nghe bài hát The Traveling Storm

In a that is not now
From a unknown
I on the mountain roads
for someone

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

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

Heard a band of gypsies
Singing ancient
Gave all my silver to a
Still he wanted

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

Crowded 'round a man of
foreign tongues
There the stone to crumble
And the crowd did

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

Like a so quick and deadly
Sleepless, and cool
The one I seek is making
patiently

Pity not the traveler
He lives in his
He is friend of wind and
And fire is born

Pity the cool betrayer
patiently
No precaution made will him
From the storm