Luyện nghe bài hát The Funeral

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

Out front a colored couple sat in nearly wild
On the altar was a casket and in the 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 preacher from his wooden desk
With a manner sort of awkward and grotesque
The simplicity and in his Ethiopian face
Showed the wisdom and the of a crushed, undying race

And he said, "Now don't be weepin' for this bit of clay
For the little boy who lived there has done 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 Lord didn't 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 hearts were bigger grown
And these silver tears you're now, are just interest on the loan

Just think my poor dear mourners creeping on sorrows way
What a blessed picnic this baby got today
Your fathers and good mothers crowd 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 chief musicians teach that little boy a song
Says if only they be faithful, they'll be comin' 'long

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