Luyện nghe bài hát The Prodigal Son

There was a young man who had the best of
He was the first born of a man
But he was not satisfied with the best of
So he his possessions in his hand

He traveled far and wide and he tasted worldly
But inside, he was lonely without measure
He wound up in a pig pen, nearly
Then he raised his eyes toward Heaven and he

I will and go back to my father's house
I will beg him to me for the fool I've been
I will arise and go back to my house
I will gladly be a servant if he'll take me again

I was a young man who had the best of
I was the born of a hardworking man
But I was not satisfied the best of everything
So I took my in my hand

I traveled far and wide and I tasted worldly
But deep inside, I was lonely measure
I wound up in Las Vegas, dead
Then I raised my eyes Heaven and I said

I will arise and go to my father's house
I beg him to forgive me for the fool I've been
I will and go back to my father's house
I will gladly be a servant if he'll me back again

So I did arise and go back to my house
I said, Father, I'm sick and tired of alone
So I did arise and go to my father's house
And then he his arms around me
And said, Son, you're home