Luyện nghe bài hát Every Grain of Sand

In the time of my confession, in the hour of my need
When the pool of tears beneath my flood every newborn seed
There's a dyin' voice me reaching out somewhere,
Toiling in the and in the morals of despair.

Don't have the inclination to look on any mistake,
Like cain, I now behold this chain of events I must break.
In the fury of the moment I can see the hand
In every leaf that trembles, in grain of sand.

Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the of yesteryear,
Like criminals, have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer.
The sun beat down upon the steps of time to the way
To the pain of idleness and the memory of decay.

I gaze into the of temptation's angry flame
And every time I pass way I always hear my name.
Then in my journey I come to understand
That hair is numbered like every grain of sand.

I have gone from rags to in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream, in the of a wintry light,
In the bitter dance of loneliness into space,
In the broken of innocence on each forgotten face.

I the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's there, other times it's only me.
I am hanging in the balance of the of man
Like sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.