Luyện nghe bài hát We Can't Make It Here

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

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

And big ol building was the textile mill
That fed our kids and it our bills
But they us out and they closed the doors
'Cause we cant make it anymore

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

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

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

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

And theres a high school girl with a dream
Just like the in the magazine
She on the floor of the laundromat
A woman with can forget all that

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

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

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

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

Will I work for food, I die for oil
kill for power and to us the spoils
The billionaires get to pay tax
The working poor get to fall through the

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

So thats how it is, thats we got
If the president wants to it or not
You can read it in the paper, it on the wall
it on the wind if youre listening at all
Get out of limo, look us in the eye
us on the cell phone tell us all why

In Dayton Ohio or Portland
Or a cotton gin out on the great plains
done closed down along with the school
And the hospital and the swimming

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