Luyện nghe bài hát Praying for Time (Live)

These are the days of the hand
will not be the last
Look now
are the days of the beggars and the choosers

This is the year of the man
Whose is in the past
Hand in hand with
And excuses

The rich themselves poor
And of us are not sure
If we have too
But take our chances
God's stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere the way
He must have let us all out to
Turned his and all god's children
out the back door

And it's hard to love, so much to hate
on to hope
When there is no to speak of
And the wounded skies above say much too much too late
Well maybe we should all be praying for

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

This is the year of the man
Your takes a stand
And you find what was over there is over here

So you scream from behind door
Say what's is mine and not yours
I may have too much but I'll take my
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
Because he has no children to come for

It's hard to love there's so much to
Hanging on to when there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it's too late
So we should all be praying for time