Luyện nghe bài hát The Young Man

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

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

The next day being Sabbath, was a day of
And one of some reflection for the man's friends
No longer messianic zeal consumed hearts
Just sorrow for the of the young man
Maybe type of guitar sound added
And I suppose some tears were 'til sleep came last
Then rising early morning once the Sabbath
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 fixed by many soldiers on the grave
For she found it rolled aside and emptied tomb
She the stolen body of the young man
A called her by her name as she kneeled down
And asked her why she searched about the ground
And wiping bitter tears away the dawns first light
She saw the risen of the young man.