Luyện nghe bài hát Tithe

spending the years of a childhood horizontal on the floor
like a bobsled minus the teamwork and the support

and nothing sounds

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

and sounds appealing