Luyện nghe bài hát Hymn

Sunday morning, bright
I read Your by colored light
came in through the pretty window picture

I visited houses
Where they said that You were
And talked a lot about You
And they spoke about giving

They a basket with some envelopes
I just had to write a note
And all it said was I in You

Passing
Where they mentioned existence
And the fact
You had been by Your assistants

The was theology
And when smiled and turned to me
All that I say was I believe in You

I visited Your again
On Christmas or
And a man said You were dead
But the would go on living

He poetry
And as he saw me stand to
He shook his head and said I'd never You

My used to dress me up
And my dad was sleeping
We walk down to Your house without speaking