Luyện nghe bài hát All My Trials, Lord

Hush baby, don't you cry
You know your mama was to die
All my trials, Lord, soon be

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

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

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

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

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

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

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