Luyện nghe bài hát Congregation

Well, I met the son
He came for
The day he the lighting in the field
I heard him clear his
A fork within the
That the Tallahatchie took the wheel

been throwing knives
To see just where they
Now my is in your hands

in the congregation
Open your eyes, in the light
A generation
Just as you

The voice upon the
Is the inside a cage
And they're singing like a in the round
mystery in this wood
And ghosts these roots
That are tangled deep this southern ground

I've been through life
foolish plans
Now my is in your hands

in the congregation
Open eyes, step in the light
A jukebox
Just as you

And you need blind
No false
Do you have blind
No hope
Where is blind faith?
No hope
Open eyes, open your eyes
into the light
Open your eyes, step the light
The becomes

A
A congregation,
And they're like a bluebird in the round