Luyện nghe bài hát Praying for Time (Live)

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

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

The declare themselves poor
And of us are not sure
If we too much
But we'll our chances
Cause God's 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 hard to love, there's so much to hate
on to hope
When there is no to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it's much too much too
Well we should all be praying for time

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

This is the of the guilty man
Your television takes a
And you find what was over there is over here

So you from behind your door
Say mine is mine and not yours
I may too much but I'll take my chances
Cause God's keeping score
And you cling to the things they you
Did you cover your eyes when they you
That he come back
Because he has no children to come for

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