Luyện nghe bài hát I Die a Little More Each Day

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

For battle lost and won
The banners flapping in the sun
This is my
This is my
The black drums in their graves
The tin cans rocking on the arctic
For child the streets will claim
The curse that rushes through her veins
For every that wilts away
I die a little 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 crimes of our young sons glorify
For every that yearns for bread
The of stone proclaiming
God is
For every soul that it's way
I die a little each day
a little more each day
A little each day

For all the blessings I
The I condone
For beast of land and sky and sea
suffers for my vanity

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

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