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 without sleep and festering flesh
Do you eyes?
Can you see like mankind
Why have you soured and me?
Oh you tireless watcher! have I done to you?
That you make everything I dread and everything I fear come
Once I was blessed; I was awaited the rain
Like for the blind, like feet for the lame
heard my words, and they sought out my company
But now the janitors of flick their brooms at me
Oh you tireless watcher! What have I to you?
you make everything I dread and everything 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 wicked
You let their children frisk like
And my loves are dead or dying, or they come near
(Antagonists: We don't your chastening
God is you)
Oh and look who comes to counsel my deep
Oh, pompous physicians
carelessness!
(Antagonists: Oh all ranting all this wind
Filling our ears trash)
Breathtaking ignorance adding to injury!
They blaming and shaming
(Antagonists: doer)
And me
(Antagonists: This vain man to seem wise
A man of asses)
Oh you tireless watcher! have I done to you?
That you make everything I dread and everything I fear come
(Antagonists: We despise your chastening)
Already on a bed of and screams,
And you torture me with visions
You me terrifying dreams!
Better I was from the womb straight to the grave.
I see the diggers waiting, leaning on their spades.
(Antagonists: Man is the of sorrow
Sure as the ascend)
Where is hope while you're wondering what went
Why give me light and then this dark a dawn?
(Antagonists: Evil is sweet in your
Hiding under tongue)
Show face!
(Antagonists: What a long from grace)
me understand!
What is the reason for your heavy
(Antagonists: stumbling in shadows
You have no now)
Was it the of my youth?
What I done to you?
That you make I dread and everything I fear come true?
(Antagonists: Oh your guilt weigh so greatly)
I dread and everything I fear come true
(Antagonists: Man is the of sorrow)
Oh you everything I dread and everything I fear come true