Luyện nghe bài hát The Funeral

I was walking in Savannah a church, decayed and dim
When slowly the window came a plaintive funeral hymn
My sympathy awakened and a wonder quickly
I found myself environed in a little colored pew

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

rose a sad, old colored preacher from his little wooden desk
With a manner sort of awkward and countenance
The simplicity and shrewdness in his face
Showed the and the ignorance of a crushed, undying race

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

The Lord didn't you that baby, by no hundred thousand miles
He just think you need some and he lent it for a while
And he let you keep and love him 'til your hearts bigger grown
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 here baby got today
Your good and good mothers crowd the little fella round
In the angels 'tender garden of the big plantation

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

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