Luyện nghe bài hát I Die a Little More Each Day

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

For every battle and won
The spangled flapping in the sun
is my blood
This is my
The black drums in their graves
The tin cans rocking on the waves
For every child the streets will
The curse that rushes through her veins
For every rose that wilts
I die a more each day
a little more each day

For field of wasted grain
The rockets 'neath the western plains
is my greed
This is my
For every raised to the sky
The crimes of hate our young glorify
For every mouth yearns for bread
The heart of stone
God is
For soul that lost 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
That for my vanity

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

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