Luyện nghe bài hát Praying For Time

These are the days of the hand
They will not be the
around now
These are the days of the and the choosers

is the year of the hungry man
Whose is in the past
Hand in
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 guess along the way
He must have let us all out to
Turned his back and all God's
out the back door

And hard to love
There's so to hate
on to hope
When there is no hope to of

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

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

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

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

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

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

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