Luyện nghe bài hát All My Trials, Lord

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

by Joan Baez