Luyện nghe bài hát Hymn

Sunday morning, bright
I read book by colored light
That came in through the pretty window

I visited some
they said that You were living
And talked a lot about You
And they spoke about giving

They passed a basket with some
I just had to write a note
And all it said was I in You

Passing
they mentioned Your existence
And the fact
You had been by Your assistants

The was theology
And they smiled and turned to me
All I could say was I believe in You

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

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

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