Luyện nghe bài hát Wayfaring Stranger/ You Got Me Runnin'

Wayfaring

I am a poor wayfaring
Lord, traveling through this world of
And I sickness toil and danger
Everywhere, I go

I'm going there to see my
I'm going there no more to
I'm there, it's just over Jordan
I'm there to my new home

One of these mornings and it be long
Men rest and stand side by side
And hand in they're bound for glory
Their foes will on freedom's sand

I'm there to see my brother
I'm going there no to roam
I'm going there, just over Jordan
I'm going no more to roam

You got me

If you have been passing the Swinging Gates
Chances are you looked behind you
And where you are
And where you are

To another man's heart
And him through his pain
To know him through his
Then you can truly
Then you can truly

It's not just you say
It's mostly how you are
It's not how much you
But where you lend it

I look around me morning
So many lost, so many still on top of that
I just have to wonder truly
You care much about life to off and start again

It me running
It me hiding
It me peeping
And Lord you know
Sometimes you it

It me slipping and asliding
It keeps me running and
Peeping and

I have that much love to give
But I a way to try
If that gate is low
I got the key in my to try

If you have been passing through the Gates
Chances are you have looked you
Wondered where the hell you have been
And where you are
Why you on

Your wants to die
But your heart yelling back
But it keeps
The voices from the sea keep out
'Don't let us

The gonna howl it
gonna cry it

Keep and hiding
and ahiding
Slipping and
Running and

on trying

Now the room keeps
Like a beehive in the
When the bears are

Lord it to be caught
to be brought down
I ain't gonna suck the from you

I got my black comb
Just here on time
And I thought I'd by and say
old friend

It don't the same way I do
God for that
You see I'm just a rusty

Keep on running
to your heart
Listen to heart

Don't take the sparkle out of those little eyes
Let them run and
Let run and play
Soon they'll be just like you

Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring
Traveling through this of woes
Lord and I find sickness sickness, toil and
Everywhere everywhere I see

I'm going there to find to find my brother
They told me that he'll be there
I'm going there it's just over Jordan
Oh I'm going to my new home

My new

Tim
Tim Buckley ASCAP

Released 1990 Retro/Bizarre Records
"Dream Letter: Live in 1968"