Luyện nghe bài hát Every Grain of Sand

In the of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
the pool of tears beneath my feet 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 back on any mistake,
Like cain, I now behold chain of events that I must break.
In the fury of the I can see the master's hand
In leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.

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

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

I gone from 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 on each forgotten face.

I hear the ancient footsteps 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, every grain of sand.