Luyện nghe bài hát Hymn

Sunday morning, bright
I read Your by colored light
That came in through the window picture

I some houses
Where they said You were living
And they a lot about You
And spoke about Your 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 that
You had replaced by Your assistants

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

I visited Your again
On Christmas or
And a balded man 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 walk down to Your house without speaking