Luyện nghe bài hát Wayfaring Stranger

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

I know dark clouds will over me
I know my pathway is rough and
But golden fields here lie out me
Where weary eyes no more shall

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

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

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

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