Luyện nghe bài hát I Die a Little More Each Day

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

For every lost and won
The spangled flapping in the sun
is my blood
This is my
The black leaking in their graves
The tin rocking on the arctic waves
For every the streets will claim
The curse that rushes through her tiny
For rose that wilts away
I die a little more day
Just a little each day

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

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

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

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