Luyện nghe bài hát Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring
While journeying through this of woe;
And there's no sickness, nor danger
In that bright to which I go.

I'm there to see my Father,
I'm going no more to roam;
I'm only over Jordan,
I'm go-going over home.

I dark clouds will gather 'round me,
I my way is rough and steep;
And fields lie just before me,
Where redeemed there vigils keep.

I'm there to see my Father,
I'm going there no to roam;
I'm go-going over Jordan,
I'm only over home.

I'm going to see my mother,
I'm going there no to roam;
I'm only go-going Jordan,
I'm go-going over home.

I to wear that crown of glory,
I get home to that good land;
Well I want to shout story,
In concert ohh the blood-washed band,

I'm going to see my Saviour,
I'm there no more to roam;
I'm only over Jordan,
I'm go-going over home.

Well I'm only go-going home.
Yeah only go-going home.