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 maiden was, a 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 him, but then I just wouldn't 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 give me is mine,
I go, if I can have 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 home, then go with the blessing of god.

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

Then a famine hit and the land,
Everywhere I I saw starvation, and a job was nowhere to find,
I wandered through the city streets, competing for the of common beggers,
Until then I'd known hunger, but now I wasn't too proud.
I finally 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 time until, I was of home.
Oh, the servants 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 worthy to be in your family,
you take me as your servant, and let me live with them.

It didn't too long to pack my things,
I with only what I wore,
And I prayed that I had a home.
I was near home, in of the house,
My father stared, dropped 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 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,
This is my son who I had died,
a feast for my son's alive,
I've and prayed, never heard a sound,
My son was lost, oh you God he's found,
My son was and now alive,
a feast for my son's alive,
My son was dead,
My son was lost,
My son's in the hands of God.