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 year of the man
Whose place is in the
Hand in
With ignorance and excuses

The declare themselves poor
And most of us are not
If we too much 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 back and all children
Crept out the back

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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