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 life is fading, and oh I felt so alone,
The nearest young 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 and pointed 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 world of to see,
And I'm ready to go and make a for myself
If you me what is mine,
I will go, if I can your 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 leaving home, then go with the of god.

Not too many days later, I was on my way,
I met a travelling stranger, who to have much to say,
He told me tales of the city, and all the women had,
I asked him, that sinful,
He said, no, it isn't bad.
And then a few days later, on an old road,
We were in laughter, and we had women to hold,
And this went on a long time, my father gave me a lot,
But when my were empty, my friends all left me to rot.

Then a hit and drained the land,
Everywhere I looked I saw starvation, and a job was to find,
I through the city streets, competing for the food of common beggers,
Until then I'd never hunger, but now I wasn't too proud.
I finally found some employment, 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 time until, I was dreaming of home.
Oh, the there are better fed,
If I only have what my father gives them,
I truly 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 didn't 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 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 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,
is my son who I thought had died,
Prepare a feast for my alive,
prayed and prayed, never heard 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.