Luyện nghe bài hát The Funeral

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

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

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

And he said, "Now be weepin' for this 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 wanted him in the big house up above

The Lord give you that baby, by no hundred thousand miles
He just think you need some sunshine and he it for a while
And he let you keep and love him 'til your hearts were grown
And these silver tears you're now, are just interest on the loan

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

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