Luyện nghe bài hát Praying For Time

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

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

The rich themselves poor
And of us are not sure
If we have too but we'll take our chances
'Cause God's stopped keeping

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

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

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

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

These are the of the guilty man
television takes a stand
And you find 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 stopped score

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

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

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