Luyện nghe bài hát Story of Isaac

The door it slowly
My father he in
I was nine old
And he stood so above me
His blue eyes they were
And his was very cold

He said, "I've had a
And you know I'm and holy
I must do what I've told"
So he started up the
I was running, he was
And his axe was made of

Well, the trees got much smaller
The lake, a mirror
We stopped to drink some
Then he the bottle over
a minute later
And he put his hand on

Thought I saw an
But it might have been a
I could decide
Then my father an altar
He looked once his shoulder
He I would not hide

You who build altars now
To sacrifice children
You not do it anymore
A is not a vision
And you never have been
By a or a God

You who stand above now
Your hatchets and bloody
You not there before
When I lay upon a
And my hand was trembling
the beauty of the word

And if you call me now
me if I inquire
"Just according to plan?"
When it all comes to dust
I will kill you if I
I will you if I can

When it all comes to dust
I will help you if I
I kill you if I can
And on our uniform
Man of or man of war
The spreads his fan