Luyện nghe bài hát Praying For Time

These are the days of the hand
They not be the last
around now
These are the of the beggars and the choosers

This is the of the hungry man
Whose is in the past
in hand
With and legitimate excuses

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

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

And hard to love
so much to hate
Hanging on to
When there is no to speak of

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

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

are the days of the guilty man
Your 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 but I'll take my chances
'Cause God's 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 back for

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

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