Luyện nghe bài hát Praying For Time (The X Factor Performance)

These are the days of the hand
They will not be the
Look now
are the days of the beggars and the choosers

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

The declare themselves poor
And of us are not sure
If we too much
But we'll take our
Cause God's stopped score
I guess somewhere the way
He must let us all out to play
Turned his back and all god's
Crept out the door

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

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

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

So you scream from your door
Say what's mine is and not yours
I may have too much but I'll take my
God's stopped keeping 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
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 much too late
So maybe we all be praying for time