Luyện nghe bài hát The Prodigal Son Suite

I was hoeing, out in the fields for the day,
I was of going, I had to leave right away,
My life is fading, and oh I felt so alone,
The nearest young maiden was, a full day's ride 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 to hold him, but then I just wouldn't dare.

I said, father, so much to know,
a world of things to see,
And I'm ready to go and make a life for
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 always my best for you,
And if you must be leaving home, then go the blessing of god.

Not too days later, I was well on my way,
I met a stranger, who seemed to have much to say,
He told me tales of the city, and all the he'd had,
I asked him, wasn't sinful,
He said, no, it that 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 quite a time, my father gave me a lot,
But when my pockets were empty, my friends all me to rot.

Then a hit and drained 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 found some employment, pigs on a farm,
I wasn't treated to kindly, I had to 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 have my father gives them,
I would truly need more.
Oh, I go and say to him,
I'm no longer worthy to be in family,
Will you take me as your servant, and let me live them.

It didn't take too long to my things,
I left only what I wore,
And I that I still had a home.
I was home, in site of the house,
My father just stared, dropped 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 wear 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,
I've prayed and prayed, never a sound,
My son was lost, oh you God he's 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.