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 danger and in the of despair.

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

Oh, the of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear,
Like criminals, have choked the breath 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 flame
And time I pass that way I always hear my name.
Then onward in my journey I come to
That every is numbered like every grain of sand.

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

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