Luyện nghe bài hát WHEREVER THE MOUNTAIN PATH WILL LEAD

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

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

The marching years may me by,
Though I try to mark my
And when my working are done,
Will I leave no trace?
But time still on that mountain top,
And heaven is close at
With the ones, I'll be watching out..
the land.