Luyện nghe bài hát The Funeral

I was walking in past a church, decayed and dim
When slowly through the window came a plaintive hymn
My sympathy awakened and a wonder grew
'Til I found myself in a little colored pew

Out front a colored couple sat in sorrow nearly
On the altar was a casket and in the casket was a
I picture him while living, curly hair protruding lips
I'd seen perhaps a thousand in my hurried trips

Then rose a sad, old colored from his little wooden desk
With a sort of awkward and countenance grotesque
The and shrewdness in his Ethiopian face
Showed the wisdom and the ignorance of a crushed, race

And he said, "Now don't be weepin' for this bit of clay
For the little boy who lived there has gone and run away
He was doing very finely and he your love
But his sho father wanted him in the big house up above

The Lord didn't give you baby, by no hundred thousand miles
He just think you need sunshine and he lent it for a while
And he let you keep and him 'til your hearts were bigger grown
And these silver tears you're now, are just interest on the loan

Just think my poor dear creeping long on sorrows way
What a blessed picnic this here baby got
Your good fathers and good crowd the little fella round
In the angels garden of the big plantation ground

And his eyes they brightly sparkle at the pretty he view
But a tear came and he whispered, "I my parents too"
Then the angel's chief musicians teach that boy a song
if only they be faithful, they'll soon be comin' 'long

And so my poor dear mourners, let hearts with Jesus rest
And don't go to the one what knows the best
He has give us many comforts got the right to take away
To the Lord be praised in glory, now and ever, let us