Luyện nghe bài hát Hymn

Sunday morning, bright
I read Your book by light
That came in the pretty window picture

I visited houses
Where they that You were living
And they a lot about You
And they about Your giving

They passed a basket with envelopes
I had time to write a note
And all it was I believe in You

conversations
Where they Your existence
And the that
You had been by Your assistants

The was theology
And when smiled and turned to me
All that I could say was I in You

I visited house again
On Christmas or
And a man said You were dead
But the house would go on

He recited
And as he saw me stand to
He shook his head and said I'd find You

My used to dress me up
And while my dad was
We would walk down to Your house speaking