Luyện nghe bài hát Praying For Time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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