Luyện nghe bài hát All My Trials, Lord

Hush little baby, you cry
You know mama was born to die
All my trials, Lord, be over

The river of Jordan is and cold
Well it chills the body but not the
All my trials, Lord, be over

I've got a little book with three
And every spells liberty
All my trials, Lord, be over

Too late, my
Too late, but never
All my trials, Lord, be over

If living a thing that money could buy
the rich would live and the poor would die
All my trials, Lord, be over

There grows a tree in
And the pilgrims it the Tree of Life
All my trials, Lord, be over

Too late, my
Too late, but mind
All my trials, Lord, soon be
All my trials, Lord, be over

by Joan Baez