Luyện nghe bài hát The Funeral

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

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

Then rose a sad, old colored from his little wooden desk
a manner sort of awkward and countenance grotesque
The and shrewdness in his Ethiopian face
Showed the wisdom and the ignorance of a crushed, 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 finely and he your love
But his sho father wanted him in the big house up above

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

Just think my poor dear mourners creeping long on way
What a blessed this here baby got today
good fathers and good mothers crowd the little fella round
In the angels 'tender garden of the big plantation

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

And so my dear mourners, let your hearts with Jesus rest
And don't go to 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