Luyện nghe bài hát Wayfaring Stranger

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

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

I know dark clouds will gather me,
I know my way is rough and
And beautiful fields lie just me,
Where God's redeemed there keep.

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

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

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

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

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