Luyện nghe bài hát Praying For Time

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

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

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

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

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

And the wounded skies
Say it's much too
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 wear a year

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

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

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

And it's hard to
When there's so much to
on to hope
When is no hope to speak of

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