Luyện nghe bài hát The Prodigal Son Suite

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

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

I said, father, so much to know,
There's a of things to see,
And I'm ready to go and a life for myself
If you me what is mine,
I will go, if I can your blessing,
But if you bless my journey, I'm gonna leave anyway.
Son, I've always tried my for you,
And if you must be home, then go with the blessing of god.

Not too many later, I was well on my way,
I met a travelling stranger, who seemed to much to say,
He told me tales of the city, and all the women had,
I asked him, wasn't sinful,
He said, no, it that bad.
And then a few days later, on an old 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 when my pockets empty, my friends all left me to rot.

Then a famine hit and the land,
Everywhere I I saw starvation, and a job was nowhere to find,
I wandered 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 some employment, pigs on a farm,
I wasn't treated to kindly, I had to in the barn,
I had to eat the swine,
The bread I ate was stone,
It didn't take too much until, I was dreaming of home.
Oh, the there are better fed,
If I could only have my father gives them,
I would need nothing more.
Oh, I go and say to him,
I'm no worthy to be in your family,
Will you take me as servant, and let me live with them.

It didn't take too to pack my things,
I with only what I wore,
And I prayed 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,
I've 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.
the best robe, put it on my son,
Shoes for his feet, put them on,
is my son who I thought had died,
Prepare a for my son's alive,
I've prayed and prayed, heard a sound,
My son was lost, oh thank you God found,
My son was and now alive,
a feast for my son's alive,
My son was dead,
My son was lost,
My returned in the hands of God.