Luyện nghe bài hát Praying For Time

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

is the year of the hungry man
Whose is in the past
in hand
With ignorance and legitimate

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

I guess somewhere the way
He have let us all out to play
Turned his and all God's children
out the back door

And hard to love
There's so to hate
on to hope
When there is no to speak of

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the wounded above
Say much, much too late
Well maybe we all be praying for time