Luyện nghe bài hát I Die a Little More Each Day

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

For battle lost and won
The banners flapping in the sun
This is my
is my people
The black drums leaking in graves
The tin cans rocking on the arctic
For every child the streets will
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 grain
The rockets standing 'neath the western
This is my
This is my
For fist raised to the sky
The of hate our young sons glorify
For every mouth yearns for bread
The of stone proclaiming
God is
For every soul that lost way
I die a little each day
Just a little each day
A little each day

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

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