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 and the choosers

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 too much
But we'll our chances
Cause God's stopped keeping
I guess somewhere the way
He have let us all out to play
Turned his and all god's children
Crept out the back

And it's hard to love, there's so much to
on to hope
When there is no hope to 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 is a coat you wear twice a year

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

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

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