Luyện nghe bài hát Praying For Time

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

This is the of the hungry man
Whose place is in the
Hand in
With and legitimate excuses

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

I guess along the way
He must have let us all out to
Turned his and all God's children
Crept out the door

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the wounded skies
Say much, much too late
maybe we should all be praying for time