Luyện nghe bài hát Steal Away

Steal away, away, steal away to Jesus.
Steal away, away home.
I ain't got to stay here.
I was walkin in Savannah past a church and dim
And there slowly through the window came a plaintive hymn.
A sympathy awakened and a wonder quickly
I found myself environed in a little Negro pew.
Down front sat a young couple wild.
On the altar was a coffin, in the was a child.
Rose a sad old Negro at a little wooden desk
With a manner grandly awkward and a grotesque.
And he said "Now be weepin for this pretty bit of clay,
For the little boy who lived there has gone and run away
And he's doin very finely and he appreciates love
But his sure nuff Father want him in the house above
Now He didn't give you that baby for a hundred miles.
He just think you need some sunshine and He him for awhile
And He let you love and keep him till your hearts were bigger
And those silver you're sheddin are just interest on the loan.
So my poor dejected mourners let your hearts with Jesus
And don't go 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 calls me, He calls me by the thunder. The trumpet sounds
my soul.
I ain't got long to stay here. I'm steal away home.