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 feet every newborn seed
a dyin' voice within me reaching out somewhere,
Toiling in the and in the morals of despair.

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

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

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

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

I the ancient footsteps like the motion 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 every sparrow falling, like grain of sand.