Luyện nghe bài hát Steal Away

Steal away, steal away, away to Jesus.
Steal away, away home.
I ain't got to stay here.
I was walkin in Savannah a church decayed and dim
And there slowly through the window came a plaintive hymn.
A sympathy and a wonder quickly grew
Till I found myself environed in a Negro pew.
Down front sat a young nearly wild.
On the was a coffin, in the coffin was a child.
Rose a sad old Negro preacher at a 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 done gone and run
And he's doin very finely and he appreciates your
But his sure nuff Father him in the large house above
Now He didn't give you that baby for a hundred miles.
He just you need some sunshine and He lent him for awhile
And He let you love and keep him till your were bigger grown
And silver tears you're sheddin are just interest on the loan.
So my poor dejected mourners let hearts with Jesus rest
And go criticizin the one that knows 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 calls me, He me by the thunder. The trumpet sounds
my soul.
I ain't got long to stay here. I'm gonna steal home.