Luyện nghe bài hát The Prodigal Son Suite

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

My father was reading, the books 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, there's so 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 will go, if I can have blessing,
But if you won't my journey, I'm gonna leave anyway.
Son, I've always my best for you,
And if you must be home, then go with the blessing of god.

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

a famine hit and drained the land,
Everywhere I looked I saw starvation, and a job was to find,
I wandered through the city streets, competing for the of common beggers,
Until then I'd never known hunger, but now I too proud.
I finally found some employment, feeding on a farm,
I treated to kindly, I had to sleep in the barn,
I had to eat the swine,
The I ate was like stone,
It take too much time until, I was dreaming of home.
Oh, the servants are better fed,
If I could only have what my father them,
I would truly nothing more.
Oh, I go and say to him,
I'm no longer to be in your family,
Will you me as your servant, and let me live with them.

It didn't too long to pack my things,
I left only what I wore,
And I that I still had a home.
I was near home, in of the house,
My father stared, dropped open his mouth,
He ran up the road, and to my feet, and cried, and cried,
Father sinned, heaven ashamed,
I'm no worthy to wear your 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 you God he's 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.