Luyện nghe bài hát The Funeral

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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