Luyện nghe bài hát The Funeral

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

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

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

And he said, "Now don't be weepin' for this bit of clay
For the little boy who lived there has gone 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 didn't 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 silver tears you're shedding now, are just interest on the loan

Just think my dear mourners creeping long on sorrows way
What a blessed picnic this 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 they brightly at the pretty things he view
But a came and he whispered, "I want my parents too"
Then the angel's musicians teach that little boy a song
Says if only they be faithful, they'll be comin' 'long

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