Luyện nghe bài hát The Funeral

I was walking in Savannah past a church, and dim
When slowly the window came a plaintive funeral hymn
My sympathy and a wonder quickly grew
'Til I found myself environed in a little pew

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

Then rose a sad, old preacher from his little wooden desk
With a manner of awkward and countenance grotesque
The simplicity and shrewdness in his 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 boy who lived there has done gone and run away
He was doing very finely and he 'ppreciates your
But his sho nough father wanted him in the big up above

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

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

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

And so my dear mourners, let your hearts with Jesus rest
And go to criticizn' the one what knows the best
He has give us many comforts He's got the right to away
To the Lord be praised in glory, now and ever, let us