Luyện nghe bài hát Praying For Time

These are the days of the hand
They will not be the
Look now
These are the of the beggars and the choosers

is the year of the hungry man
Whose is in the past
Hand in
ignorance and legitimate excuses

The rich declare poor
And most of us are not
If we have too much but we'll take our
God's stopped keeping score

I guess along the way
He must let us all out to play
Turned his and all God's children
Crept out the door

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

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

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

These are the of the guilty man
Your takes a stand
And you find that what was over is over here

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

And you cling to the things they you
Did you cover your eyes they told you
That he come back?
'Cause he has no children to back for

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

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