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

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

This is the year of the man
Whose place is in the
Hand in hand with
And excuses

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

And hard to love, there's so much to hate
Hanging on to
When is no hope to speak 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 hold on to you can
And is a coat you wear twice a year

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

So you scream from behind your
Say mine is mine and not yours
I may have too but I'll take 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 come back
Because he has no to come back for
It's hard to love there's so to hate
Hanging on to hope when there is no hope to of
And the wounded skies say it's much too late
So maybe we should all be for time