Luyện nghe bài hát Praying for Time (Live)

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

is the year of the hungry man
Whose is in the past
in hand with ignorance
And legitimate

The rich declare poor
And most of us are not
If we too much
But we'll our chances
Cause God's keeping score
I guess somewhere the way
He have let us all out to play
Turned his back and all god's
Crept out the back

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

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

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

So you from behind your door
Say what's is mine and not yours
I may have too much but I'll my chances
Cause God's keeping score
And you cling to the things sold you
Did you cover your eyes they told you
That he come back
he has no children to come back for

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