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

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

The rich declare poor
And of us are not sure
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 and all God's children
out the back door

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

And the skies above
Say it's too late
Well maybe we all be praying for time

This is the year of the hand
Oh you hold on to you can
And charity is a you wear 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 mine and not
I may have too much but take my chances
'Cause God's stopped score

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

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

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