Luyện nghe bài hát Wayfaring Stranger

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

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

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

soon be free from every trial
And this form rest beneath the sod
I'll drop the cross of
And enter in my home God

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

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