Luyện nghe bài hát I Die a Little More Each Day

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

For every lost and won
The banners flapping in the sun
This is my
is my people
The black drums leaking in their
The tin cans rocking on the waves
For child the streets will claim
The curse that through her tiny veins
For every rose that away
I die a little more day
a little more each day

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

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

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

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