Luyện nghe bài hát The Traveling Storm

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

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

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

Heard a broken of gypsies
Singing songs
Gave all my to a beggar
Still he wanted

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

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

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

a snake so quick and deadly
Sleepless, coiled and
The one I is making ready
Waiting

not the weary traveler
He lives in his
He is friend of and weather
And fire is born

Pity then the betrayer
patiently
No precaution will save him
From the traveling