Luyện nghe bài hát The Prodigal Son Suite

I was done hoeing, out in the for the day,
I was of going, I had to leave right away,
My life is fading, and oh I felt so alone,
The nearest young maiden was, a full day's from home.

My father was reading, the holy in his room,
My heart was just bleeding, I I had to go soon,
He and pointed at an old wooden chair,
I wanted to hold him, but then I wouldn't dare.

I said, father, so much to know,
a world of things to see,
And I'm ready to go and a life for myself
If you give me is mine,
I go, if I can have your blessing,
But if you won't bless my journey, I'm leave anyway.
Son, I've tried my best for you,
And if you must be leaving home, then go the blessing of god.

Not too many days later, I was on my way,
I met a travelling stranger, who seemed to much to say,
He me tales of the city, and all the women he'd had,
I asked him, wasn't sinful,
He said, no, it isn't bad.
And a few days later, on an old city road,
We drowning in laughter, and we had women to hold,
And this went on quite a time, my father gave me a lot,
But my pockets were empty, my friends all left me to rot.

Then a hit and drained the land,
I looked I saw starvation, and a job was nowhere to find,
I through the city streets, competing for the food of common beggers,
Until I'd never known hunger, but now I wasn't too proud.
I finally found employment, feeding pigs on a farm,
I wasn't to kindly, I had to sleep in the barn,
I had to eat the swine,
The I ate was like stone,
It didn't take too much until, I was dreaming of home.
Oh, the there are better fed,
If I could only have what my father them,
I would truly need more.
Oh, I go and say to him,
I'm no longer worthy to be in family,
you take me as your servant, and let me live with them.

It didn't take too long to my things,
I left with what I wore,
And I that I still had a home.
I was near home, in of the house,
My father just stared, open his mouth,
He ran up the road, and to my feet, and cried, and cried,
Father sinned, heaven ashamed,
I'm no longer worthy to wear name,
I've learned that my home is where you are,
Oh father, me in.
Bring the robe, put it on my son,
for his feet, hurry put them on,
This is my son who I had died,
a feast for my son's alive,
I've and prayed, never heard a sound,
My son was lost, oh thank you God found,
My son was and now alive,
Prepare a for my son's alive,
My son was dead,
My son was lost,
My returned in the hands of God.