Luyện nghe bài hát Praying For Time

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

This is the year of the man
Whose is in the past
Hand in
With ignorance and legitimate

The rich declare poor
And most of us are not
If we have too much but take our chances
'Cause God's keeping score

I guess somewhere the way
He must let us all out to play
Turned his back and all children
Crept out the door

And it's to love
There's so much to
on to hope
When is no hope to speak of

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

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

These are the of the guilty man
Your television a stand
And you find that what was over there is over

So you scream from behind your
And say what's mine is and not yours
I may have too much but I'll my chances
God's stopped keeping score

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

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

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