Luyện nghe bài hát Swing Low

How is Thomas Magee?
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 ringing, there's no one home

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

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

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

still reclaimed as a whole
Cannot be solved, they must be
The bottomless knowledge not be known
The ring on the telephone
And the strange playing on the radio

Swing low, swing low, 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, swing low, baby, my soul

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