Luyện nghe bài hát The Hand Trembler

Is the God that I worship like an eight ball says yes maybe or no?
Or like a ouija that points the direction to go?

A looks on forlorn and sad - the outcome will determine faithful or mad
Temperature soars to 107 - passing not yet ready for heaven
He sees floating somewhere overhead
A haunting apparition high his bed
It's me, I think, but I seem to resemble the of a ghoul
The Hand Trembler walks out not a did he say
Is his power for real though he today?
The family has scorned him - Trembler denied.
The life of son snuffed out as they cried
You left us in agony - power is fake
Though we trusted in you, this answer not take

Do you have the faith to let God be God - is the question
Not a question of but a question of trust
For he is God and we are but dust

There are in this life we can never explain
On the wicked and the righteous fall sunshine and
I am not God, at times I have tried
"You don't him" - the deceiver has lied