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 and the choosers

This is the of the hungry man
place is in the past
Hand in
With ignorance and legitimate

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

I guess somewhere the way
He must have let us all out to
Turned his back and all children
Crept out the back

And hard to love
There's so much to
Hanging on to
When there is no to speak of

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

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

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

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

And you cling to the they sold you
Did you cover eyes when they told you
That he can't back?
'Cause he has no children to come for

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

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