Luyện nghe bài hát Praying For Time

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

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

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

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

And it's to love
so much to hate
Hanging on to
there 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 hand
Oh you on to what you can
And charity is a coat you twice a year

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

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

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

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

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