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 is just 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 just bleeding, I 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, so much to know,
There's a of things to see,
And I'm ready to go and a life for myself
If you give me is mine,
I will go, if I can have blessing,
But if you won't my journey, I'm gonna leave anyway.
Son, I've always my best for you,
And if you must be leaving home, then go the blessing of god.

Not too many later, I was well on my way,
I met a stranger, who seemed to have much to say,
He me tales of the city, and all the women he'd had,
I asked him, that sinful,
He said, no, it isn't bad.
And a few days later, on an old city road,
We drowning in laughter, and we had women 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.

Then a famine hit and the land,
I looked I saw starvation, and a job was nowhere to find,
I wandered through the city streets, competing for the food of beggers,
Until then I'd never known hunger, but now I too proud.
I found some employment, feeding pigs on a farm,
I treated 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 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 take me as your servant, and let me live them.

It didn't take too to pack my things,
I left with only 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 I've sinned, ashamed,
I'm no longer worthy to your name,
I've learned that my home is right you are,
Oh father, me in.
Bring the robe, put it on my son,
Shoes for his feet, hurry put on,
This is my son who I had died,
Prepare a feast for my alive,
I've prayed and prayed, heard a sound,
My son was lost, oh you God he's 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.