Luyện nghe bài hát The Prodigal Son Suite

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

My was reading, the holy 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 him, but then I just wouldn't dare.

I said, father, there's so to know,
There's a of things to see,
And I'm ready to go and make a life for
If you give me is mine,
I go, if I can have your blessing,
But if you bless my journey, I'm gonna leave anyway.
Son, always tried my best for you,
And if you must be leaving home, then go with the 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 he'd had,
I him, wasn't that sinful,
He said, no, it that 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 a long time, my father gave me a lot,
But when my pockets were empty, my all left 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 food of beggers,
Until then I'd known hunger, but now I wasn't 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 didn't take too much until, I was dreaming of home.
Oh, the servants there are fed,
If I could only have what my gives them,
I would need nothing more.
Oh, I go and say to him,
I'm no longer worthy to be in family,
Will you take me as your servant, and let me live them.

It didn't too long to pack my things,
I with only what I wore,
And I that I still had a home.
I was home, in site of the house,
My just 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 longer worthy to your name,
I've learned that my home is right you are,
Oh father, me in.
Bring the robe, put it on my son,
Shoes for his feet, hurry put on,
This is my son who I had died,
Prepare a for my son's alive,
I've prayed and prayed, never 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 son's in the hands of God.