Luyện nghe bài hát The Young Man

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

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

The next day being Sabbath, was a day of
And one of some reflection for the young man's
No longer messianic zeal consumed hearts
Just sorrow for the of the young man
Maybe some type of sound added
And I suppose some tears were shed 'til came last
rising early morning once the Sabbath passed
A woman her way to find the garden tomb
To leave her oil and for the young man

Now history tells of heavy to bar the way
Was fixed by many soldiers on the open
For when she found it rolled and emptied tomb
She grieved the stolen of the young man
A gardener called her by her name as she down
And asked her why she searched about the burial
And wiping bitter tears away with the dawns first
She saw the risen of the young man.