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
These are the of the beggars and the choosers

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

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

And it's hard to love, 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 should all be praying for

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 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 and not yours
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 come back
he has no children to come back for
It's hard to love there's so much to
Hanging on to when there is no hope to speak of
And the skies above say it's much too late
So we should all be praying for time