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

My father was reading, the holy in his room,
My was just bleeding, I knew I had to go soon,
He smiled and at an old wooden chair,
I wanted to hold him, but 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 will go, if I can have blessing,
But if you won't bless my journey, I'm leave anyway.
Son, always tried my best for you,
And if you must be home, then go with 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 then a few later, on an old city road,
We were drowning in laughter, and we had to hold,
And this on quite a long time, my father gave me a lot,
But my pockets 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 the city streets, competing for the food of common beggers,
Until then I'd known hunger, but now I wasn't too proud.
I finally found some employment, feeding on a farm,
I wasn't treated to kindly, I had to in the barn,
I had to eat the swine,
The I ate was like stone,
It didn't take too much until, I was dreaming of home.
Oh, the there are better fed,
If I could only what 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 take me as your servant, and let me live them.

It didn't take too long to my things,
I left with only I wore,
And I that I still had a home.
I was near home, in of the house,
My father just stared, 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 your name,
I've learned that my is right where you are,
Oh father, me in.
Bring the 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 feast for my alive,
My son was dead,
My son was lost,
My son's returned in the of God.