Luyện nghe bài hát The Funeral

I was walking in Savannah past a church, and dim
When slowly through the window came a plaintive hymn
My sympathy and a wonder quickly 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 picture him while living, curly hair protruding lips
I'd seen perhaps a thousand in my hurried southern

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

And he said, "Now be weepin' for this pretty bit of clay
For the little boy who there has done gone and run away
He was doing very and he 'ppreciates your love
But his sho nough father wanted him in the big house up

The Lord didn't give you baby, by no hundred thousand 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 tears 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 and good mothers crowd the little fella round
In the angels 'tender garden of the big ground

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

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