Luyện nghe bài hát The Funeral

I was in Savannah past a church, decayed and dim
slowly through the window came a plaintive funeral hymn
My sympathy awakened and a quickly grew
'Til I found myself environed in a colored pew

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

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

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

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

Just think my poor dear mourners creeping on sorrows way
What a blessed picnic this baby got today
Your good fathers and good mothers crowd the little round
In the angels 'tender garden of the big plantation

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

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