Luyện nghe bài hát WHEREVER THE MOUNTAIN PATH WILL LEAD

I've been the roving kind,
set my hand to the plough
But the keep calling me away,
And I them calling now.
The wind cold on that mountain top,
And the way seems far from
But the ancient are beckoning..
To near

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

The marching may pass me by,
Though I try to mark my
And my working days are done,
I leave behind no trace?
But time stands still on that top,
And heaven is close at
With the silent ones, be watching out..
the land.