Luyện nghe bài hát We Can't Make It Here

Theres a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard
Sitting there by the left line
The flag on his flapping in the breeze
One leg missing and both free

No ones paying mind to him
The V.A. just stretched so thin
And now theres more coming back the Mideast war
We cant it here anymore

And that big ol was the textile mill
That fed our kids and it paid our
But they turned us out and they closed the
'Cause we cant make it here

You see those pallets piled up on the loading
Theyre just gonna sit there til rot
Cause theres nothing to ship, nothing to
Just busted and rusted tracks

Empty storefronts around the
Theres a needle in the and glass everywhere
You dont come down here unless looking to score
We cant make it here

The bars still open but man its
The tip jars light and the low
The bartender have much to say
The crowd gets thinner each day

Some maxed out all their credit cards
are working two jobs and living in cars
Minimum wage wont pay for a roof, pay for a drink
If you gotta have proof try it yourself Mr. C.E.O.
See how far 5.15 an will go
Take a part time job at one stores
I bet you cant make it anymore

And theres a high school with a bourgeois dream
Just the pictures in the magazine
She on the floor of the laundromat
A woman with kids can all that

If she up pregnant whatll she do
Forget the career and forget about
Can she live on Live on hope?
High on or hooked on dope
When its way too to just say no
You cant make it here

Now Im shirts in the Wal-Mart store
Just the ones we made before
Cept this one from Singapore
I guess we cant it here anymore

I hate a people for the shade of their skin
Or the shape of their or the shape Im in
Should I hate em for having our jobs
No I hate the men sent the jobs

I can see all now, they haunt my dreams
All lily white and squeaky
Theyve known want, theyll never know need
Their shit dont stink and their wont bleed
kids wont bleed in their damn little war
And we cant it here anymore

I work for food, will I die for oil
Will kill for power and to us the
The get to pay less tax
The working get to fall through the cracks

So let em eat jellybeans let em eat
Let em eat shit, it takes
They can join the Air or join the Corps
If they cant it here anymore

So thats how it is, what we got
If the president to admit it or not
You can read it in the paper, read it on the
Hear it on the wind if listening at all
Get out of that limo, us in the eye
Call us on the cell phone us all why

In Ohio or Portland Maine
Or a cotton gin out on the high plains
Thats closed down along with the school
And the hospital and the pool

devils dance in the noonday heat
Theres rats in the alley and in the street
Gang graffiti on a boxcar
We make it here anymore