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 day's 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 pointed at an old chair,
I wanted to hold him, but then I just dare.

I said, father, so much to know,
There's a of things to see,
And I'm to go and make a life for myself
If you me what is mine,
I will go, if I can your blessing,
But if you bless my journey, I'm gonna 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 days later, I was on my way,
I met a travelling stranger, who seemed to much to say,
He me tales of the city, and all the women he'd had,
I him, wasn't that sinful,
He said, no, it isn't bad.
And then a few days later, on an old road,
We were drowning in laughter, and we had to hold,
And this went on quite a long time, my gave me a lot,
But when my pockets were empty, my 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 wandered through the city streets, competing for the food of beggers,
Until then I'd never hunger, but now I wasn't too proud.
I finally found some employment, feeding 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 only have what my father them,
I would truly need 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 take too long to my things,
I with only what I wore,
And I prayed 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 your name,
I've learned my home 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 feast for my 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 son's returned in the of God.