Luyện nghe bài hát Every Grain of Sand

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

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

Oh, the flowers of and the weeds of yesteryear,
Like criminals, they choked the breath of conscience and good cheer.
The sun beat upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the of decay.

I gaze into the doorway of angry flame
And every time I that way I always hear my name.
Then onward in my I come to understand
That hair is numbered like every grain of sand.

I have from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light,
In the dance of loneliness fading into space,
In the broken mirror of innocence on forgotten face.

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