Luyện nghe bài hát WHEREVER THE MOUNTAIN PATH WILL LEAD

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

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,
I try to mark my place
And when my days are done,
Will I leave behind no
But time stands still on mountain top,
And is close at hand
With the silent ones, I'll be out..
the land.