Luyện nghe bài hát Praying For Time

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

This is the of the hungry man
Whose place is in the
in hand
With ignorance and excuses

The rich themselves poor
And most of us are not
If we have too but we'll take our chances
'Cause God's stopped score

I somewhere along the way
He must let us all out to play
Turned his back and all children
Crept out the door

And it's hard to
There's so much to
Hanging on to
When there is no to speak of

And the wounded skies
Say it's much too
Well maybe we should all be for time

This is the year of the hand
Oh you on to what you can
And is a coat you wear twice a year

These are the of the guilty man
Your takes a stand
And you find that what was over there is over

So you scream from your door
And say what's is mine and not yours
I may have too much but I'll take my
God's stopped keeping score

And you to the things they sold you
Did you cover your eyes they told you
That he come back?
'Cause he has no children to back for

And it's to love
When there's so to hate
on to hope
When there is no to speak of

And the wounded above
Say it's much, too late
Well maybe we should all be praying for