Luyện nghe bài hát Tithe

spending the best years of a childhood horizontal on the
like a bobsled the teamwork and the televised support

and sounds appealing

someone retired on a of the tithe that paved these roads
they lead to nowhere but still gridlocked, made of Solomon's pure gold
beneath the door waiting for earthquakes after the rapture comes and goes
the saints went marching, the salving, the chosen ones are phoning a goal

and nothing sounds