Luyện nghe bài hát Praying for Time (Live)

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

is the year of the hungry man
Whose is in the past
in hand with ignorance
And legitimate

The rich themselves poor
And most of us are not
If we have too
But we'll our chances
God's stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere the way
He have let us all out to play
Turned his back and all children
out the back door

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

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

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

So you scream from behind your
Say what's mine is mine and not
I may have too much but I'll take my
Cause God's stopped score
And you cling to the things they you
Did you cover your when they told you
That he come back
he has no children to come back for

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