Luyện nghe bài hát Praying For Time

These are the of the open hand
They not be the last
around now
These are the of the beggars and the choosers

is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the
in hand
With ignorance and legitimate

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

I somewhere along the way
He have let us all out to play
Turned his and all God's children
Crept out the back

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

And the wounded above
Say much too late
maybe we should all be praying for time

This is the of the empty hand
Oh you hold on to you can
And charity is a coat you wear twice a

These are the days of the man
Your television takes a
And you find that what was over there is here

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

And you cling to the things they you
Did you cover your eyes when they you
he can't come back?
'Cause he has no children to back for

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

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