Luyện nghe bài hát The Funeral

I was walking in Savannah a church, decayed and dim
When slowly through the window came a plaintive funeral
My sympathy awakened and a quickly grew
'Til I myself environed in a little colored 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 while living, curly hair lips
I'd seen perhaps a in my hurried southern trips

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

And he said, "Now don't be weepin' for this 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 wanted him in the big house up above

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

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

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

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