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 and a wonder quickly grew
'Til I found myself environed in a colored pew

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

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

And he said, "Now don't be weepin' for pretty bit of clay
For the little boy who there has done gone and run away
He was doing finely and he 'ppreciates your love
But his sho father wanted him in the big house up above

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

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

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

And so my poor dear mourners, let your hearts Jesus rest
And go to criticizn' the one what knows the best
He has give us many comforts He's got the right to away
To the Lord be praised in glory, now and ever, let us