Luyện nghe bài hát Story of Isaac

The it opened slowly
My father he in
I was nine old
And he so tall above me
His blue eyes were shining
And his was very cold

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

Well, the trees they got smaller
The lake, a mirror
We to drink some wine
Then he threw the over
Broke a minute
And he put his on mine

I saw an eagle
But it might have a vulture
I never decide
Then my father an altar
He looked once his shoulder
He knew I would not

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

You who stand them now
hatchets blunt and bloody
You were not there
I lay upon a mountain
And my father's hand was
the beauty of the word

And if you call me now
me if I inquire
"Just to whose plan?"
it all comes down to dust
I will you if I must
I will you if I can

it all comes down to dust
I will you if I must
I kill you if I can
And mercy on our
Man of or man of war
The spreads his fan