Luyện nghe bài hát I Die a Little More Each Day

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

For every battle and won
The spangled banners in the sun
is my blood
This is my
The black drums leaking in their
The tin cans rocking on the waves
For every child the will claim
The curse that rushes her tiny veins
For rose that wilts away
I die a little each day
Just a little more day

For every of wasted grain
The rockets standing 'neath the western
This is my
This is my
For fist raised to the sky
The crimes of hate our young sons
For every that yearns for bread
The of stone proclaiming
God is
For every soul lost it's way
I die a little more day
Just a little more day
A little each day

For all the I disown
The cruelities I
For every of land and sky and sea
That for my vanity

For every sin the sun
For all the tears from here to come
For every beast of and sky and sea
That for my vanity

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