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 quickly grew
'Til I found myself in a little colored pew

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

Then a sad, old colored preacher from his little wooden desk
With a manner sort of awkward and countenance
The simplicity and in his Ethiopian face
the wisdom 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 there has done gone and run
He was doing finely and he 'ppreciates your love
But his sho nough father wanted him in the big up above

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

Just my poor dear mourners creeping long on sorrows way
What a blessed picnic here baby got today
Your good fathers and mothers crowd 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 came and he whispered, "I want my parents too"
Then the angel's chief musicians that little boy a song
if only they be faithful, they'll soon be comin' 'long

And so my poor dear mourners, let your hearts with Jesus
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 in glory, now and ever, let us pray