Luyện nghe bài hát Prodigal Son

Oh, can't you the nostalgia
I wonder your Modernistocrat Horatio Alger
Clever never hesitating in the
Ever waiting for the of manacles abating

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

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

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

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

Did you ever
Or come to reject? Or inspect
The dream that you?

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

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

When you least 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 ain't me, no, I one, no prodigal son