Luyện nghe bài hát Father's House

The way to my father's house I was just a boy
Lay through fields of near bubbling springs of joy
And when I'd lay me to sleep
I'd pray the lord my to keep
The road was never very
On the way to my house.

The way to my father's house when I seventeen
Wandered through hills beside a tumbling stream
in prayer upon my knees,
I would feel a breeze
The was winding now through trees
On the way to my house.

The way to my father's house at the age of
Led over a mountain that I would seldom
Except in times of great despair I'd be looking everywhere
And one morning he was there,
On the way to my father's
And glory, what a story
I was so blind before he opened my restoring me to

The way to my father's at the age of thirty-one
Was a ride on a my new life had begun
And every evening I look through the pages of his book
And the paths I took on the way, on the way...