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 of the beggars and the choosers

This is the year of the man
Whose is in the past
Hand in hand ignorance
And legitimate

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

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 it's much too much too
maybe we should all be praying for time

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

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

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

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