Luyện nghe bài hát Every Grain of Sand

In the of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn
There's a dyin' within me reaching out somewhere,
Toiling in the danger and in the 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 I can see the master's hand
In every that trembles, in every grain of sand.

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

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

I have gone rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a light,
In the bitter dance of fading into space,
In the broken mirror of innocence on each face.

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