Luyện nghe bài hát The Funeral

I was walking in Savannah past a church, and dim
When slowly through the window came a plaintive funeral
My sympathy awakened and a wonder quickly
'Til I found 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 seen perhaps a thousand in my hurried southern

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 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 and run away
He was doing very finely and he 'ppreciates love
But his sho nough wanted 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 were grown
And these silver tears you're shedding now, are just interest on the

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

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 teach that little boy a song
Says if only they be faithful, they'll be comin' 'long

And so my dear mourners, let your hearts with Jesus rest
And don't go to criticizn' the one knows the best
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