Luyện nghe bài hát Praying For Time

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

This is the year of the man
place is in the past
Hand in
ignorance and legitimate excuses

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

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

And it's hard to
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

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

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

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

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

And hard to love
there's so much to hate
Hanging on to
there is no hope to speak of

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