Luyện nghe bài hát The Funeral

I was walking in Savannah a church, decayed and dim
When slowly through the window came a plaintive hymn
My awakened and a wonder quickly grew
'Til I found myself environed in a little pew

Out front a colored couple sat in nearly wild
On the was a casket and in the casket was a child
I could picture him while living, curly hair lips
I'd seen perhaps a thousand in my hurried trips

Then rose a sad, old preacher from his little wooden desk
With a manner sort of awkward and grotesque
The simplicity and in his Ethiopian face
the wisdom and the ignorance of a crushed, undying race

And he said, "Now don't be weepin' for this pretty bit of
For the boy who lived there has done gone and run away
He was doing very and he 'ppreciates your love
But his sho nough father wanted him in the big house up

The Lord give you that baby, by no hundred thousand miles
He just think you need some sunshine and he it for a while
And he let you keep and love him 'til your were bigger grown
And these tears you're shedding now, are just interest on the loan

Just think my poor mourners creeping long on sorrows way
What a blessed picnic this baby got today
Your fathers and good mothers crowd the little fella round
In the angels garden of the big plantation ground

And his eyes they sparkle at the pretty things he view
But a tear came and he whispered, "I my parents too"
Then the angel's chief musicians teach little boy a song
Says if only they be faithful, they'll soon be 'long

And so my poor dear mourners, let hearts with Jesus rest
And don't go to criticizn' the one knows the best
He has give us many He's got the right to take away
To the Lord be praised in glory, now and ever, let us