Luyện nghe bài hát I Die a Little More Each Day

For every just man and killed
For every drop of black spilled
is my house
This is my

For battle lost and won
The banners flapping in the sun
This is my
is my people
The black drums in their graves
The tin rocking on the arctic waves
For every child the streets claim
The curse that rushes through her veins
For every that wilts away
I die a more each day
Just a little each day

For every field of wasted
The rockets 'neath the western plains
is my greed
This is my
For every fist to the sky
The of hate our young sons glorify
For every mouth that yearns for
The heart of proclaiming
God is
For every soul that it's way
I die a little each day
Just a more each day
A more each day

For all the I disown
The cruelities I
For beast of land and sky and sea
That suffers for my

For every sin the sun
For all the tears from here to kingdom
For beast of land and sky and sea
That suffers for my

For sin under the sun
For all the tears here to kingdom come
For child the streets will claim
The curse that through her tiny veins
For every rose that away
I die a more each day
Just a little each day
A more each day
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