Luyện nghe bài hát Wanderers

This little of mine
I was told to let it
But I stood by
And that poor flame die

I it from the bushel and brush
Away the grasp of men
I that lantern in the light
my flame could blend right in

I will this cross
And I will these thorns
I will bear this
I wear these thorns

But I know all dark won't swallow
All the light I hide but host her
I'll to hold
She grow and grow
And she will shine so

"Don't let Satan it out"
The always said
But soon he figured out
It worth his breathe
'Cause this little of mine
Is losing all its

Not to the dark, I hold
But to the kept from its sight
Below the smoke burns a fire
A small spark lives all these ashes
Promise me blow until I glow

I will this cross
I will these thorns

But I all this dark won't swallow
All the light I hide but host her
I'll learn to
He will and grow
And she shine so bright

I've learned to
All the but no flame
Ashes, ashes, we all down

Ashes, ashes, we all fall
(I bear this cross)
Ashes, ashes, we all down
(I will wear thorns)

But I know all this won't swallow
The light I hide but host her
learn to hold
She grow and grow
And she shine so bright

Ashes to ashes, we all fall

This little of mine
I was told to let it
But I stood by