Luyện nghe bài hát The Young Man

ALL on a evening as the sun went down
The of a man who wore a thorn made crown
Was to a graveyard in the fading light
And laid with deep in a garden
Up on the hill the shadow of his fell
And faded as the sun lower still
The ground was worn and where many feet had trod
To the execution of the young man

And of me, so distant from that far, gone, place?
Still the wonder of that crosses time and space
With mystery and majesty none can
For it me to the story of the young man.

The day being Sabbath, was a day of rest
And one of some reflection for the young friends
No longer messianic zeal consumed hearts
sorrow for the killing of the young man
Maybe some type of sound added
And I suppose some tears were shed sleep came last
Then early morning once the Sabbath passed
A made her way to find the garden tomb
To leave her oil and flowers for the man

Now history of heavy stone to bar the way
Was fixed by soldiers on the open grave
For when she found it rolled aside and emptied
She the stolen body of the young man
A called her by her name as she kneeled down
And asked her why she about the burial ground
And wiping bitter tears away with the dawns light
She saw the risen of the young man.