Luyện nghe bài hát American Life

In a town in Sicily
Lived a family too to be poor
In the year that fever took away
They for American shores
Now a mother and her son are standing in
It's a cold day on Isle
And they look to the of Liberty
For the boy we have American

Ong is a refugee
He works in the trade
The smoke from flux is filling his
earning minimum wage
Spending spare time on
San ave
Once a week gets a woman for the
And he writes home of prosperity
For the boy we have Life

Bob is an unemployed
Born and in the South Bronx
He's living off the streets down in L.A.
in a cardboard box
Now he plays a quit and he has a small dog
Searching for cans
And he hold on to his dignity
He was born into Life