Luyện nghe bài hát The Funeral

I was walking in Savannah a church, decayed and dim
When slowly through the window a plaintive funeral hymn
My sympathy awakened and a quickly grew
I found myself environed in a little colored pew

Out front a couple sat in sorrow nearly 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 thousand in my hurried southern

rose a sad, old colored preacher from his little wooden desk
With a manner sort of awkward and grotesque
The simplicity and shrewdness in his face
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 nough father wanted him in the big house up

The Lord give you that baby, by no hundred thousand miles
He just think you need some sunshine and he lent it for a
And he let you keep and love him 'til hearts were bigger grown
And silver tears you're shedding now, are just interest on the loan

think my poor dear mourners creeping long on sorrows way
What a blessed this here baby got today
Your good fathers and good mothers crowd the little 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"
the angel's chief musicians teach that little boy a song
Says if only they be faithful, they'll soon be comin'

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