Luyện nghe bài hát Steal Away

Steal away, steal away, away to Jesus.
Steal away, steal home.
I ain't got long to here.
I was walkin in Savannah past a church and dim
And there through the window came a plaintive funeral hymn.
A sympathy awakened and a wonder grew
Till I found myself environed in a little 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 little desk
With a manner grandly and a countenance grotesque.
And he said "Now don't be for this pretty bit of clay,
For the little boy who lived there has done and run away
And he's doin finely and he appreciates your love
But his sure Father want him in the large house above
Now He didn't give you that baby for a thousand miles.
He just you need some sunshine and He lent him for awhile
And He let you love and keep him your hearts were bigger grown
And those silver tears sheddin are just interest on the loan.
So my dejected mourners let your hearts with Jesus rest
And don't go criticizin the one that the best.
He gave us comforts, He has the right to take away.
To the Lord be praise and glory, now and let us pray.
My Lord me, He calls me by the thunder. The trumpet sounds
my soul.
I ain't got long to stay here. I'm gonna steal home.