Luyện nghe bài hát Praying for Time (Live)

These are the days of the open
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 with ignorance
And excuses

The declare themselves poor
And most of us are not
If we have too
But we'll take our
Cause stopped keeping score
I somewhere along the way
He have let us all out to play
his back and all god's children
Crept out the back

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

are the days of the empty hand
Oh you on to what you can
And charity is a you wear twice a year

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

So you scream from your door
Say what's mine is mine and not
I may too much but I'll take my chances
God's stopped keeping score
And you cling to the things they you
Did you cover eyes when they told you
he can't come back
Because he has no to come back for

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