Luyện nghe bài hát The Hand Trembler

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

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

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

There are things in this life we can explain
On the and the righteous fall sunshine and rain
I am not God, though at I have tried
"You need him" - the deceiver has lied