Luyện nghe bài hát Praying For Time

These are the of the open hand
They not be the last
around now
These are the days of the beggars and the

This is the year of the man
place is in the past
Hand in
With and legitimate excuses

The rich themselves poor
And most of us are not
If we too much but we'll take our chances
'Cause God's stopped score

I somewhere along the way
He must have let us all out to
his back and all God's children
Crept out the door

And it's to love
so much to hate
Hanging on to
When is no hope to speak of

And the wounded above
Say it's too late
Well maybe we should all be for time

This is the year of the hand
Oh you hold on to you can
And charity is a coat you wear twice a

are the days of the guilty man
Your television takes a
And you find that what was there is over here

So you scream behind your door
And say mine is mine and not yours
I may have too much but I'll take my
God's stopped keeping score

And you to the things they sold you
Did you cover your eyes when they you
That he can't come
'Cause he has no children to back for

And it's to love
When there's so much to
on to hope
When there is no hope to of

And the skies above
Say it's much, too late
Well maybe we should all be for time