Luyện nghe bài hát Praying For Time

These are the days of the open
They not be the last
Look now
These are the days of the beggars and the

This is the year of the man
Whose place is in the
in hand
With ignorance and legitimate

The rich themselves poor
And most of us are not
If we have too much but we'll our chances
God's stopped keeping score

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

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

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

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

These are the of the guilty man
Your takes a stand
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 stopped keeping

And you cling to the things sold you
Did you cover your eyes when they you
That he come back?
'Cause he has no children to back for

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

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