Luyện nghe bài hát The Young Man

ALL on a Friday evening as the sun down
The of a man who wore a thorn made crown
Was carried to a in the fading light
And with deep affection in a garden
Up on the the shadow of his gallows fell
And faded as the sun descended still
The ground was worn and bare where 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 moment crosses and space
With and majesty none can explain
For it draws me to the of the young man.

The day being Sabbath, was a day of rest
And one of some reflection for the man's friends
No longer messianic zeal their hearts
sorrow for the killing of the young man
Maybe some type of guitar sound
And I suppose some tears were 'til sleep 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 stone to bar the way
Was fixed by soldiers on the open grave
For when she found it rolled aside and emptied
She grieved the stolen body of the man
A called her by her name as she kneeled down
And asked her why she searched the burial ground
And wiping bitter tears away with the first light
She saw the risen glory of the man.