Luyện nghe bài hát Ten Lost Tribes

Ten tribes, slaves in chains
As the scriptures of their pains
from lands, chosen roam
The Assyrian kings claim the

Ten lost tribes, the throne they
Visions hailed roaming free

will weep as they behold the sight
The truth of fathers denied
From Assyrian chains to the plains
Of Palestine

Our found
Behold the
Dominion we've
Recite the rite...

So smote the land
Cleansed of the and their scribes
thy hallowed ground
For thy God, Israel

Immersed in the of the era's end
Dueling over of holy sand
Talmudic rats the Judean plain
As vagabonds years of pain

Immersed, in the end
Shards of penetrate blood-soaked sands
As razor-sharp in the flesh of Christ
the lies that strip them of life