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 flood 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 look 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,
criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer.
The sun beat down upon the steps of to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the of decay.

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

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

I the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
I am in the balance of the reality of man
Like every falling, like every grain of sand.