Luyện nghe bài hát Hymn

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

I some houses
Where they said You were living
And they a lot about You
And spoke about Your giving

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

conversations
Where they mentioned existence
And the fact
You had replaced by Your assistants

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

I Your house again
On or Thanksgiving
And a balded man said You were
But the house would go on

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

My mother used to me up
And while my dad was
We would walk down to Your without speaking