Luyện nghe bài hát Praying for Time (Live)

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

This is the year of the man
place is in the past
Hand in hand ignorance
And excuses

The declare themselves poor
And of us are not sure
If we too much
But take our chances
God's stopped keeping score
I somewhere along the way
He must let us all out to play
Turned his and all god's children
Crept out the door

And it's hard to love, there's so to hate
Hanging on to
When there is no to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it's much too much too
Well maybe we should all be praying for

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

is the year of the guilty man
Your takes a stand
And you find what was over there is over here

So you scream from your door
Say what's mine is and not yours
I may have too but I'll take my chances
Cause God's stopped keeping
And you cling to the things they you
Did you cover eyes when they told you
he can't come back
Because he has no children to come for

It's hard to there's so much to hate
on to hope when there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded above say it's much too late
So we should all be praying for time