Luyện nghe bài hát The Funeral

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

Out front a colored sat in sorrow nearly wild
On the altar was a 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 trips

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

And he said, "Now don't be weepin' for this pretty bit of
For the boy who lived there has done gone and run away
He was doing very finely and he 'ppreciates love
But his sho nough father wanted him in the big up above

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

Just my poor dear mourners creeping long on sorrows way
What a blessed picnic this here got today
Your good fathers and good crowd the little fella round
In the 'tender garden of the big plantation ground

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

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