Luyện nghe bài hát Praying For Time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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