Luyện nghe bài hát WHEREVER THE MOUNTAIN PATH WILL LEAD

I've never the roving kind,
Always set my hand to the
But the hills calling me away,
And I them calling now.
The wind blows cold on that top,
And the way far from here
But the ancient are beckoning..
To draw

So I will where the ravens gather,
Run with the hare
Fly with the golden eagle, high
And I'll with the highland deer,
where the streams are clear
I will go wherever, the path will lead..

The years may pass me by,
Though I try to mark my
And when my days are done,
Will I behind no trace?
But time stands still on mountain top,
And is close at hand
With the silent ones, I'll be out..
the land.