Luyện nghe bài hát Praying For Time

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

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

The rich declare themselves
And of us are not sure
If we have too much but we'll take our
'Cause God's keeping score

I guess somewhere 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
so much to hate
Hanging on to
When is no hope to speak of

And the wounded skies
Say much too late
Well maybe we should all be for time

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

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

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

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

And hard to love
When there's so to hate
Hanging on to
When there is no to speak of

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