Luyện nghe bài hát Prodigal Song

Henry the ballpark
But he ain't coming round
Things have been so
his youngest boy left town

Fighting so harmless
Families sometimes
It's hard to know the
Why he finally chose to
But gone away, his father waits

And he is and he is hoping
Though his eyes are weary, his are still open
And his so softly spoken
come home

Now Henry and wonders
In that front rocking chair
his boy remember
All the love the shared
And is he cold out alone?

And he is watching and he is
his eyes are weary, his arms are still open
And his prayer so spoken
come home

To your at the table
To your who weeps
Every night in dreams
He longs to see his face in younger
Running down the again

And he is watching and he is
Though his eyes are weary, his arms are open
And his prayer so spoken
come home