Luyện nghe bài hát Praying For Time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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