Luyện nghe bài hát Hymn

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

I visited houses
Where said that You were living
And talked a lot about You
And spoke about Your giving

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

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

The was theology
And when 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 said You were
But the house would go on

He recited
And as he saw me to leave
He his head and said I'd never find You

My mother to dress me up
And my dad was sleeping
We would walk down to house without speaking