Luyện nghe bài hát Praying For Time

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

is the year of the hungry man
Whose is in the past
in hand
With and legitimate excuses

The rich declare themselves
And of us are not sure
If we too much but we'll take our chances
God's stopped keeping score

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

And it's to love
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 should all be for time

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

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

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

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

And the skies above
Say much, much too late
Well maybe we should all be for time