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 beggars and the

This is the of the hungry man
Whose is in the past
Hand in with ignorance
And excuses

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

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

These are the of the empty hand
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 takes a
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 but I'll take my chances
Cause God's stopped score
And you to the things they sold you
Did you cover eyes when they told you
he can't come back
Because he has no to come back for

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