Luyện nghe bài hát The Funeral

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

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

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

And he said, "Now don't be weepin' for pretty bit of clay
For the little boy who lived 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 give you that baby, by no hundred miles
He just you need some sunshine and he lent it for a while
And he let you and love him 'til your hearts were bigger grown
And these silver you're shedding now, are just interest on the loan

think my poor dear mourners creeping long on sorrows 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 plantation

And his they 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 that little boy a
Says if only they be faithful, they'll soon be comin'

And so my poor dear mourners, let your hearts with rest
And don't go to criticizn' the one what knows the
He has give us many comforts got the right to take away
To the be praised in glory, now and ever, let us pray