Luyện nghe bài hát The Prodigal Son Suite

I was done hoeing, out in the 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 maiden was, a full day's ride from home.

My father was reading, the holy in his room,
My heart was bleeding, I knew I had to go soon,
He smiled and at an old wooden chair,
I to hold him, but then I just wouldn't dare.

I said, father, so much to know,
There's a of things to see,
And I'm ready to go and make a life for
If you me what is mine,
I go, if I can have your blessing,
But if you won't bless my journey, I'm 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 later, I was well on my way,
I met a travelling stranger, who to have much to say,
He told me 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 days later, on an old road,
We were in laughter, and we had women to hold,
And went 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 through the city streets, competing for the food of common beggers,
then I'd never 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 bread I ate was stone,
It didn't take too much until, I was dreaming of home.
Oh, the servants are better fed,
If I could have what my father gives them,
I would truly need 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 didn't 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 just 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 worthy to wear name,
learned that my home 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 prayed and prayed, never a sound,
My son was lost, oh thank you God found,
My son was and now alive,
Prepare a for my son's alive,
My son was dead,
My son was lost,
My returned in the hands of God.