Luyện nghe bài hát Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring
While traveling through this world
There is no sickness, toil, no
In bright world to which I go

I know dark clouds gather over me
I know my pathway is and steep
But golden fields lie out before me
Where weary eyes no more weep

I'm going to see my Father
I'm going no more to roam
I am just going over
I am going over home

I'll be free from every trial
And this will rest beneath the sod
I'll drop the of self-denial
And enter in my with God

I'm there to see my Savior
Who for me His precious blood
I am just going over
I am just over home

I'm there to see my Father
I'm going there no to roam
I am just going over
I am going over home
I am just going home