Luyện nghe bài hát Praying For Time

These are the days of the hand
will not be the last
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 ignorance and legitimate

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

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

And it's hard to
There's so to hate
Hanging on to
When is no hope to speak of

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

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

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

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

And you cling to the they sold you
Did you cover your eyes when they you
That he come back?
'Cause he has no children to come for

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

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