Luyện nghe bài hát The Hand Trembler

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

A family looks on and sad - the outcome will determine faithful or mad
Temperature soars to 107 - hands not yet ready for heaven
He sees floating somewhere overhead
A haunting apparition above 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 he failed today?
The family has scorned him - Trembler denied.
The life of their son snuffed out as cried
You left us in - your power is fake
Though we trusted in you, this answer not take

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

There are things in this we can never explain
On the wicked and the righteous sunshine and rain
I am not God, though at times I have
"You need him" - the deceiver has lied