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 of the hungry man
place is in the past
Hand in
With ignorance and legitimate

The declare themselves poor
And of us are not sure
If we have too much but take our chances
'Cause stopped keeping score

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

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

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

This is the year of the hand
Oh you on to what you can
And charity is a coat you wear a year

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

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 stopped keeping score

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

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

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