Luyện nghe bài hát Wartime Prayers

Prayers in times of peace are silent conversations,
Appeals for or loves release, in private invocations.

But all that is now,
Gone like a from the day before the fires.
People hungry for the of God
lunatics and liars

Wartime prayers, prayers
In every spoken,
For every scattered and broken.

Because you cannot with the holy,
If you're just a decent man.
But I don't that I'm a mastermind
a genious marketing plan.

I'm trying to tap into wisdom,
Even a little drop do.
I to rid my heart of envy
And my soul of rage
I feel.

Times are hard, times,
But knows all about hard times.
The thing is, what are you do?
you cry?
And try to through?
And try to your stuff?
But the wounds are deep enough,
And all that we can bear,
We ourselves in prayer.

Because you walk with the holy,
If just a halfway decent man.
But I don't pretend I'm a mastermind
a genious marketing plan.
I'm trying to tap into wisdom,
Even a little drop do.
I to rid my heart of envy
And cleanse my of rage
I'm through.

A mother murmurs in twilight
And draws her closer.
With hush-a-bies for eyes,
And on the shoulder.
To drive away
She a wartime prayer.