Luyện nghe bài hát Praying For Time

These are the days of the open
They will not be the
around now
These are the days of the and the choosers

This is the year of the man
Whose place is in the
in hand
With and legitimate excuses

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

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

And hard to love
There's so much to
on to hope
When is no hope to speak 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 on to what you can
And is a coat you wear twice a year

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

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

And you to the things they 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
there's so much to hate
Hanging on to
there is no hope to speak of

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