Luyện nghe bài hát American Life

In a in southernmost Sicily
Lived a too proud to be poor
In the year that fever took father
They hastened for American
Now a mother and her son are standing in
It's a day on Ellis Isle
And look to the Statue of Liberty
For the boy we American Life

Ong is a refugee
He works in the audio
The smoke from is filling his lungs
He's earning wage
Spending time down on
San ave
Once a week a woman for the night
And he writes tales of prosperity
For the boy we American Life

Bob is an unemployed
Born and bred in the South
He's living off the down in east L.A.
in a cardboard box
Now he plays a quit and he has a small dog
for aluminum cans
And he hold on tight to his
He was born into American