Luyện nghe bài hát Every Grain of Sand

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

have the inclination to look back on any mistake,
Like cain, I now behold this chain of that I must break.
In the fury of the moment I can see the master's
In every leaf that trembles, in grain of sand.

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

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

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

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