Luyện nghe bài hát Wayfaring Stranger

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

I know dark clouds will over me
I know my is rough and steep
But golden fields here lie out me
Where weary no more shall weep

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

I'll soon be free from every
And this form will rest the sod
I'll drop the of self-denial
And enter in my home God

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

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