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

My father was reading, the books in his room,
My heart was bleeding, I knew I had to go soon,
He smiled and at an old wooden chair,
I wanted to hold him, but then I just 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 bless my journey, I'm gonna leave anyway.
Son, I've tried my best for you,
And if you must be leaving home, then go with the of god.

Not too many days later, I was on my way,
I met a travelling stranger, who seemed to have to say,
He told me tales of the city, and all the women 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 on quite a long time, my father gave me a lot,
But when my were empty, my friends all left me to rot.

a famine hit and drained the land,
Everywhere I I saw starvation, and a job was nowhere to find,
I wandered through the streets, competing for the food of common beggers,
Until then I'd never hunger, but now I wasn't too proud.
I finally some employment, feeding 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 time until, I was dreaming of home.
Oh, the there are better fed,
If I could only have what my gives them,
I truly 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 take too to pack my things,
I left only what I wore,
And I prayed that I 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 I've sinned, ashamed,
I'm no longer worthy to wear 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, hurry put on,
is my son who I thought had died,
Prepare a 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 feast for my alive,
My son was dead,
My son was lost,
My returned in the hands of God.