Luyện nghe bài hát Father's House

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

The way to my father's house when I turned
Wandered through hills beside a tumbling stream
in prayer upon my knees,
I would a distant breeze
The road was winding now through
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
in times of great despair when I'd be looking everywhere
And then one he was there,
On the way to my house
And glory, what a story
I was so blind 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 had begun
And every evening I could look through the pages of his
And the paths I took on the way, on the way...