Luyện nghe bài hát The Prodigal Son Suite

I was done hoeing, out in the for the day,
I was thinking of going, I had to leave away,
My life is fading, and oh I felt so alone,
The nearest maiden 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 smiled and pointed at an old chair,
I wanted to hold him, but I just wouldn't dare.

I said, father, so much to know,
There's a world of to see,
And I'm ready to go and make a life for
If you give me is mine,
I will go, if I can your blessing,
But if you won't my journey, I'm gonna leave anyway.
Son, I've always tried my for you,
And if you must be home, then go with 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 women had,
I asked him, that 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 all left me to rot.

a famine 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 I'd never 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 I ate was like stone,
It didn't take too much until, I was dreaming of home.
Oh, the there are better fed,
If I could only have what my gives them,
I would need nothing more.
Oh, I go and say to him,
I'm no longer to be in your family,
Will you take me as servant, and let me live with them.

It didn't take too to pack my things,
I left with only 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 that my home is right where you are,
Oh father, me in.
Bring the robe, put it on my son,
for his feet, hurry put them on,
This is my son who I had died,
a feast for my son's alive,
I've prayed and prayed, heard a sound,
My son was lost, oh thank you God 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 returned in the of God.