Luyện nghe bài hát Tithe

spending the best of a childhood horizontal on the floor
a bobsled minus the teamwork and the televised support

and nothing appealing

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

and nothing sounds