Luyện nghe bài hát Swing Low

How is little Thomas
Thomas Magee, he a key
Jedediah, little Magee
Holly, holly, let him be

His wise now, Thomas Magee
his kid on the telephone
Heart was in my chest
I something I could not digest
And the phone kept ringing, there's no one

Ran to his house, on my window, ooh
Blood was pumping much too
I stuck my fingers the glass
Strange music on the radio

Swing low, swing low, swing low, low
Way down low and carry me

Pray like Peter, preach like Paul, Jesus died to us all
I climbed through the and crawled on the floor
I wrecked off all the
But I still couldn't found what I was for

Problems still as a whole
Cannot be solved, they be outgrown
The bottomless knowledge could not be
The empty on the telephone
And the music playing on the radio

Swing low, low, swing low, swing low
Yeah, way down low and carry me

you go? Where do you go?
Swing low, baby, my soul
do you go? Where do you go?
Yeah, low, baby, save my soul

Swing low, swing low, low
low, swing low, swing low
Swing low,