Luyện nghe bài hát Murder 1

Let me tell you about a man Collins
A veteran in country who interrputed his career by his own choice
To become a and by the way I understand he was very successful
And during this period of his life Tommy pasteured a small Baptist
In the very small town of Lincoln
And it was this time that he was called upon to speak at a funeral
And the poem I want to recite for you now is a true experience of
And it's called The Funeral

A funeral is always a thing for everybody is somebody to someone
But some scenes chill you to the bone and one day in our town we had one
A very young mother had died that you just don't expect
And the shops and stores had all closed their doors did it out of love and respect
And in the crowded home that day with everyone present weeping
The sound of a little voice was heard she said that's my mommie she's sleeping
Then I heard the sound of her feet tap tap tap
As she made her way down the
Her little purse dangled from her tiny wrist and it brushed her best Sunday
And she bolded asserted the confidence that folks like her possess
To the life that has no final there's no ending and no last mile
The preacher and the rest were petrified but on the little girl's was a smile
She said wake up mommie up
And still not she reached out with her little hand
And touched her and cried
Then the broken hearted daddy spoke with a gentleness and power
And the words that from his lips was the sermon for the hour
In a child like faith he her that the dead in Christ will rise
God gave us his word he said and we know he lies
We can't wake up our mommie but we know someone who can
Baby only God can wake up
Let's go home and leave her in his