Luyện nghe bài hát Praying For Time

These are the days of the open
They not be the last
Look now
These are the days of the and the choosers

This is the year of the man
Whose is in the past
Hand in
With ignorance and excuses

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you cling to the things they you
Did you cover your eyes they told you
That he can't back?
'Cause he has no to come 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 wounded above
Say it's much, too late
maybe we should all be praying for time