Luyện nghe bài hát Prodigal Son

Oh, you feel the nostalgia
I wonder about your Modernistocrat Alger
Clever never in the baiting
Ever for the canticle of manacles abating

Did you ever
You had a
And you've only guessed at
Might be waiting

When the prodigal son a caroming shadow
Of hate comes to land at
Well, a mourning star
With a champagne heart at his call

And father never the way the work gets done
Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no son
look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son

When above is ready to bout you
About controversial
Don't you think you better the level
Of the cowardice rising to you

Did you connect?
Or come to Or even inspect
The dream hounds you?

When the prodigal son with a shadow
Of hate comes to land at
Well, he's a mourning
With a champagne heart at his call

And father never understood the way the work gets
Don't look at me, no, I one, no prodigal son
Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no son

When you expect it, he's going to run
Like the blood red of the western sun, oh yeah

The son is waiting, waiting for his moment to come
Well, hell no, don't at me
Can't you see? I one, no prodigal son
It ain't me, no, I ain't one, no son