Luyện nghe bài hát The Hand Trembler

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

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

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

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