Luyện nghe bài hát The Young Man

ALL on a Friday evening as the sun went
The body of a man who wore a made crown
Was carried to a graveyard in the light
And with deep affection in a garden
Up on the hill the shadow of his fell
And faded as the sun descended still
The ground was worn and bare where many had trod
To watch the of the young man

And what of me, so distant from far, gone, place?
the wonder of that moment crosses time and space
With mystery and 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 man's
No messianic zeal consumed their hearts
sorrow for the killing of the young man
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And I suppose some tears were shed 'til came last
Then rising early once the Sabbath passed
A woman her way to find the garden tomb
To her oil and flowers for the young man

Now history tells of heavy to bar the way
Was fixed by many soldiers on the grave
For she found it rolled aside and emptied tomb
She grieved the stolen of the young man
A called her by her name as she kneeled down
And her why she searched about the burial ground
And wiping bitter away with the dawns first light
She saw the glory of the young man.