Luyện nghe bài hát Prodigal Son

Oh, can't you the nostalgia
I wonder about your Horatio Alger
Clever hesitating in the baiting
waiting for the canticle of manacles abating

Did you forget
You had a
And you've only guessed at
still be waiting

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

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

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

Did you ever
Or to reject? Or even inspect
The dream that hounds

When the prodigal son with a shadow
Of hate comes to at home
Well, he's a star
a champagne heart at his curtain call

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

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

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