Luyện nghe bài hát Steal Away

Steal away, steal away, away to Jesus.
Steal away, steal home.
I ain't got to stay here.
I was walkin in Savannah past a decayed and dim
And there slowly the window came a plaintive funeral hymn.
A sympathy and a wonder quickly grew
I found myself environed in a little Negro pew.
Down front sat a young nearly wild.
On the altar was a coffin, in the was a child.
Rose a sad old Negro preacher at a wooden desk
With a grandly awkward and a countenance grotesque.
And he "Now don't be weepin for this pretty bit of clay,
For the little boy who lived there has gone and run away
And he's very finely and he appreciates your love
But his sure Father want him in the large house above
Now He didn't you that baby for a hundred thousand miles.
He just think you need some sunshine and He lent him for
And He let you love and keep him till hearts were bigger grown
And those silver you're sheddin are just interest on the loan.
So my poor dejected mourners let your hearts Jesus rest
And go criticizin the one that knows the best.
He us many comforts, He has the right to take away.
To the Lord be and glory, now and ever let us pray.
My Lord calls me, He me by the thunder. The trumpet sounds
my soul.
I ain't got to stay here. I'm gonna steal away home.