Luyện nghe bài hát Father's House

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

The way to my father's when I turned seventeen
through inviting hills beside a tumbling stream
Sometimes in prayer 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 climb
Except in times of great despair when I'd be everywhere
And then one he was there,
On the way to my father's
And glory, a refreshing story
I was so before he opened my eyes restoring me to

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