Luyện nghe bài hát The Funeral

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

Out front a colored 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 perhaps a thousand in my hurried southern

Then rose a sad, old colored preacher from his little desk
With a sort of awkward and countenance grotesque
The simplicity and shrewdness in his Ethiopian
the wisdom 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 done and run away
He was doing very finely and he 'ppreciates your
But his sho father wanted him in the big house up above

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

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

And his eyes they brightly at the pretty things he view
But a came and he whispered, "I want my parents 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 rest
And don't go to criticizn' the one what knows the
He has give us many He's got the right to take away
To the Lord be praised in glory, now and ever, let us