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 carried to a graveyard in the fading
And laid with affection in a garden
Up on the the shadow of his gallows fell
And faded as the sun descended lower
The ground was worn and bare where many feet had
To watch the execution of the man

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

The next day being Sabbath, was a day of
And one of some reflection for the young man's
No longer 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
Then rising early morning once the passed
A woman made her way to the garden tomb
To leave her oil and flowers for the man

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