Luyện nghe bài hát I Die a Little More Each Day

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

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

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

For all the blessings I
The cruelities I
For every beast of and sky and sea
That suffers for my

For sin under the sun
For all the tears here to kingdom come
For every beast of and sky and sea
suffers for my vanity

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