Luyện nghe bài hát The Sire Of Sorrow (job's Sad Song)

1994 Crow Music BMI
Let me speak, let me spit out my
Born of grief and nights without and festering flesh
Do you eyes?
Can you see like sees?
Why have you and curdled me?
Oh you tireless watcher! What have I to you?
That you make everything I dread and everything I come true?
Once I was I was awaited like the rain
Like for the blind, like feet for the lame
Kings heard my words, and sought out my company
But now the janitors of flick their brooms at me
Oh you tireless watcher! What I done to you?
that you make everything I dread and I fear come true?
(Antagonists: Man is the of sorrow)
I've lost all taste for
I'm all
Tell me why do you starve the
Why do you crucify the
And you let the prosper
You let their children frisk like
And my loves are dead or dying, or they don't near
(Antagonists: We don't your chastening
God is you)
Oh and look who comes to counsel my distress
Oh, these pompous
carelessness!
(Antagonists: Oh all this all this wind
Filling our with trash)
Breathtaking ignorance adding to injury!
They come blaming and
(Antagonists: doer)
And me
(Antagonists: This man wishes to seem wise
A man of asses)
Oh you watcher! What have I done to you?
That you make everything I dread and everything I fear true?
(Antagonists: We don't despise chastening)
on a bed of sighs and screams,
And still you torture me visions
You me terrifying dreams!
Better I was from the womb straight to the grave.
I see the diggers waiting, they're leaning on spades.
(Antagonists: Man is the sire of
as the sparks ascend)
Where is hope while wondering what went wrong?
Why give me light and then this without a dawn?
(Antagonists: Evil is sweet in mouth
under your tongue)
Show face!
(Antagonists: What a long fall grace)
me understand!
What is the reason for your hand?
(Antagonists: You're stumbling in
You have no now)
Was it the of my youth?
What I done to you?
That you everything I dread and everything I fear come true?
(Antagonists: Oh your must weigh so greatly)
Everything I dread and I fear come true
(Antagonists: Man is the of sorrow)
Oh you make I dread and everything I fear come true