Luyện nghe bài hát The Prodigal Son Suite

I was done hoeing, out in the for the day,
I was of going, I had to leave right away,
My life is just fading, and oh I so alone,
The nearest young maiden was, a full 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 at an old wooden chair,
I wanted to hold him, but then I just dare.

I said, father, so much to know,
a world of things to see,
And I'm ready to go and make a life for
If you give me is mine,
I will go, if I can have blessing,
But if you bless my journey, I'm gonna leave anyway.
Son, I've always my best for you,
And if you must be home, then go with the blessing of god.

Not too days later, I was well on my way,
I met a travelling stranger, who to have much to say,
He told me tales of the city, and all the he'd had,
I asked him, wasn't sinful,
He said, no, it isn't 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 quite a long time, my father me a lot,
But when my were empty, my friends all left me to rot.

Then a famine hit and 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,
then I'd never known hunger, but now I wasn't too proud.
I finally some employment, feeding pigs on a farm,
I treated 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 time until, I was of home.
Oh, the there 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 to be in your family,
Will you me as your servant, and let me live with them.

It take too long to pack my things,
I left with what I wore,
And I that I still had a home.
I was home, in site of the house,
My father just stared, dropped 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 my home is right where you are,
Oh father, me in.
the best robe, put it on my son,
Shoes for his feet, put them 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 for my son's alive,
My son was dead,
My son was lost,
My son's returned in the of God.