Luyện nghe bài hát Praying For Time

These are the days of the open
will not be the last
Look now
These are the of the beggars and the choosers

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

The rich declare 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 let us all out to play
Turned his and all God's children
Crept out the back

And it's hard to
There's so much to
Hanging on to
there is no hope to speak of

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

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

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

So you scream from your door
And say what's mine is and not yours
I may have too but I'll take my chances
'Cause stopped keeping score

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

And it's hard to
there's so much to hate
Hanging on to
there is no hope to speak of

And the wounded above
Say it's much, much too
maybe we should all be praying for time