Luyện nghe bài hát The Young Man

ALL on a Friday as the sun went down
The of a man who wore a thorn made crown
Was to a graveyard in the fading light
And with deep affection in a garden
Up on the hill the shadow of his gallows
And as the sun descended lower still
The was worn and bare where many feet had trod
To watch the execution of the man

And what of me, so distant from that far, gone,
Still the wonder of that crosses time and space
mystery and majesty none can explain
For it draws me to the story of the 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 of guitar sound added
And I suppose some tears were 'til sleep came last
rising early morning once the Sabbath passed
A made her way to find the garden tomb
To leave her oil and for the young man

Now tells of heavy stone to bar the way
Was by many soldiers on the open grave
For when she found it aside and emptied tomb
She the stolen body of the young man
A gardener called her by her name as she kneeled
And asked her why she searched about the ground
And wiping bitter tears away with the first light
She saw the risen of the young man.