Luyện nghe bài hát Prodigal Son

Oh, you feel the nostalgia
I wonder about your Modernistocrat Horatio
Clever never hesitating in the
waiting for the canticle of manacles abating

Did you forget
You had a
And what you've guessed at
Might be waiting

When the son with a caroming shadow
Of hate to land at home
Well, a mourning star
a champagne heart at his curtain call

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

When everybody is ready to bout you
controversial values
Don't you think you better readdress the
Of the rising to drown you

Did you connect?
Or come to reject? Or even
The dream that hounds

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

And never understood the way the work gets done
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 least expect it, he's 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, look at me
you see? I ain't one, no prodigal son
It ain't me, no, I one, no prodigal son