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 just fading, and oh I so alone,
The nearest young was, a full day's ride from home.

My father was reading, the books in his room,
My heart was just bleeding, I I had to go soon,
He smiled and pointed at an old chair,
I wanted to hold him, but then I just dare.

I said, father, so much to know,
There's a world of to see,
And I'm to go and make a life for myself
If you me what is mine,
I will go, if I can your blessing,
But if you won't my journey, I'm gonna 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 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 asked him, that sinful,
He said, no, it isn't bad.
And a few days later, on an old city road,
We were in laughter, and we had women to hold,
And this went on quite a long time, my father me a lot,
But when my were empty, my friends 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 never hunger, but now I wasn't too proud.
I finally found some employment, pigs on a farm,
I wasn't to kindly, I had to sleep 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 have what my father gives them,
I would truly nothing more.
Oh, I go and say to him,
I'm no worthy to be in your family,
Will you take me as your servant, and let me with them.

It take 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 I've sinned, ashamed,
I'm no longer worthy to your name,
I've learned that my is right 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 you God he's 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.