Luyện nghe bài hát I Die a Little More Each Day

For just man mocked and killed
For drop of black contagion spilled
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 drums in their graves
The tin cans rocking on the waves
For every child the streets claim
The curse that rushes her tiny veins
For every rose wilts away
I die a little each day
Just a little each day

For every field of wasted
The rockets standing 'neath the plains
This is my
is my glory
For fist raised to the sky
The crimes of hate our sons glorify
For every mouth that for bread
The heart of stone
God is
For every soul that lost way
I die a more each day
Just a little each day
A little more day

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

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

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