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

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

I said, father, so much to know,
a world of things to see,
And I'm ready to go and make a for myself
If you give me is mine,
I go, if I can have your blessing,
But if you won't bless my journey, I'm gonna 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 later, I was well on my way,
I met a travelling stranger, who seemed to have 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 isn't bad.
And then a few later, on an old city road,
We drowning in laughter, and we had women to hold,
And went on quite a long time, my father gave me a lot,
But when my pockets were empty, my friends all 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,
then I'd never known hunger, but now I wasn't too proud.
I finally found some employment, pigs 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 time until, I was of home.
Oh, the there are better fed,
If I only have what my father gives them,
I would truly nothing more.
Oh, I go and say to him,
I'm no longer to be in your family,
you take me as your servant, and let me live 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 sinned, heaven ashamed,
I'm no longer worthy to wear name,
I've learned that my home is where 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,
a feast for my son's alive,
I've prayed and prayed, never 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.