Luyện nghe bài hát Praying For Time

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

This is the of the hungry man
Whose place is in the
Hand in
With ignorance and excuses

The rich declare themselves
And of us are not sure
If we have too much but we'll take our
'Cause stopped keeping score

I somewhere along the way
He have let us all out to play
Turned his back and all God's
Crept out the back

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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