Luyện nghe bài hát Praying For Time

These are the of the open hand
will not be the last
Look now
These are the days of the and the choosers

This is the year of the man
place is in the past
Hand in
ignorance and legitimate excuses

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

I guess somewhere the way
He must have let us all out to
Turned his back and all children
Crept out the back

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

And the skies above
Say much too late
Well we should all be praying for time

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

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

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

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

And hard to love
When so much to hate
on to hope
When is no hope to speak of

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