Luyện nghe bài hát Tribulation Hymn

It was like the lightning
that flashes to west.
Just like an storm.
It was like a coffin,
the in my chest,
just the Bible,
just like I'd warned.

I was the garden,
up the weeds,
trying to righteous fruit.
But a fertile soil
was soldier's (?) seed,
He plow up your garden
to plant a root.

He came for my sister, she a narrow trail.
She'd follow wherever lead.
But I the highway,
I and I fell.
He for my sister,
but he did not for me.

Now I at the altar
of the church of vacant
in the a chorus of crows.
They sing a hymnal
of rusted tunes.
They sing like the heart
of one who knows.