Luyện nghe bài hát The Young Man

ALL on a Friday evening as the sun down
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 shadow of his gallows
And faded as the sun descended still
The was worn and bare where many feet had trod
To the execution of the young man

And what of me, so distant that far, gone, place?
Still the of that moment crosses time and space
With mystery and majesty can explain
For it me to the story of the young 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
Just sorrow for the killing of the man
Maybe some type of sound added
And I suppose some tears were shed 'til sleep came
rising early morning once the Sabbath passed
A woman made her way to find the 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 when she found it rolled aside and emptied
She grieved the stolen of the young man
A gardener her by her name as she kneeled down
And asked her why she searched about the ground
And wiping bitter tears away with the first light
She saw the glory of the young man.