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 day's ride from home.

My father was reading, the books in his room,
My was just bleeding, I knew 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 a life for myself
If you me what is mine,
I will go, if I can have blessing,
But if you won't my journey, I'm gonna leave anyway.
Son, always tried my best for you,
And if you be leaving home, then go with the blessing of god.

Not too many later, I was well on my way,
I met a stranger, who seemed to have much to say,
He me tales of the city, and all the women he'd had,
I him, wasn't that sinful,
He said, no, it that bad.
And then a few later, on an old city road,
We were drowning in laughter, and we had to hold,
And this went on a long time, my father gave me a lot,
But when my pockets 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 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 found some 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 time until, I was of home.
Oh, the servants 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 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 with only what I wore,
And I that I still had a home.
I was home, in site of the house,
My father stared, dropped open his mouth,
He ran up the road, and to my feet, and cried, and cried,
I've sinned, heaven ashamed,
I'm no longer 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, hurry put on,
is my son who I thought had died,
Prepare a feast for my 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 feast for my alive,
My son was dead,
My son was lost,
My son's returned in the of God.