Luyện nghe bài hát Maker

Oh, oh, deep
Black and cold like the
I stand with arms open
I've run a line
I'm a stranger in the eyes of the

I not see
For the fog in my
I could not
For the fear in my

And from the great divide
In the distance I saw a
Of John
to me with the Maker

My body, my is bent
And by long and dangerous sleep
I can't work the fields of
And turn my head
I'm not a in the hands of the Maker

Brother John, you seen
The homeless
here with broken wings

I have the flaming swords
over East of Eden
Burning in the eyes of the
in the eyes of the Maker
Burning in the of the Maker
Oh, river rise from sleep