Luyện nghe bài hát Humble Servant, Am I

Oh God, I believe
All the places that I've been and all of those I've to meet
Blessings of faith, when I have only a mustard
For every hardship in my
I'll hold Your name and do just fine
All praise are Yours and none are
Instruments played by hands cannot read or recollect one solitary note or line
Yet play in perfect
God into some men's ears,
He screams into mine
Speaking, endlessly, all my hopes and
Nay, simply reply

Blessings so sweet and
of which I do deserve
For only a humble am I
Lowly, wash Your feet
the tears I've cried

Each joy in my life and each in my lungs
Attests to Your overwhelming
Show us love
You see my tattered shoes, my broken
Unequipped to finish the race I could have won
So You me up into Your strong arms
And Your shoulders, I was slung
Lord, given me the tools to live as Your own
Talent, drive, and the to run
All praise are Yours and are mine

so sweet and divine
None of which I do
For only a servant, am I
Hope my humility can my pride