Luyện nghe bài hát I Die a Little More Each Day

For every man mocked and killed
For every drop of black spilled
This is my
is my evil

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

For field of wasted grain
The rockets 'neath the western plains
is my greed
This is my
For every raised to the sky
The crimes of hate our young sons
For every mouth that for bread
The heart of stone
God is
For every soul lost it's way
I die a more each day
a little 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 every sin the sun
For all the tears from to kingdom come
For every child the streets claim
The curse that rushes her tiny veins
For every rose that wilts
I die a more each day
a little more each day
A little more day
day