Luyện nghe bài hát The Funeral

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

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

Then rose a sad, old colored preacher from his wooden desk
With a manner sort of awkward and countenance
The simplicity and in his Ethiopian 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 lived there has gone and run away
He was doing finely and he 'ppreciates your love
But his sho nough father wanted him in the big house up

The Lord didn't give you 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 your hearts were bigger grown
And these silver you're shedding now, are just interest on the loan

Just think my poor dear creeping long on sorrows way
What a blessed this here baby got today
Your good fathers and 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 came and he whispered, "I want my parents too"
Then the angel's chief musicians teach little boy a song
Says if only they be faithful, they'll be comin' 'long

And so my poor dear mourners, let your hearts Jesus rest
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 be praised in glory, now and ever, let us pray