Luyện nghe bài hát Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring
journeying through this world of woe;
And no sickness, toil nor danger
In that land to which I go.

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

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

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

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

I want to wear that of glory,
When I get to that good land;
Well I to shout salvation's story,
In concert ohh the blood-washed band,

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

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