Luyện nghe bài hát Minimum Wage

Traveled seven miles
Crossed the to the States
a plastic bottle running
Cross the in a shake

Come to English country
from the minutemen
Come to make this place my
Run a long, way from then

of a lifetime
For the minimum

Well, they chased me through the
Then the agents me down
they ask me why in Spanish
Why you keep on comin'

When I left my dad in
And my in Des Moines
been workin' in this country
Pickin' lettuce, washing

Story of a
For the minimum

Well, raised me to eight dollars
'Cause I the dishes fast
Well, the boss, he got me
On the porch and in the

Then I the dish and rinse it
Then I go home late and
Well, I to be awake now
I walk out in my sleep

When I see black van comin'
Then I I'm sure to run
Goddamn agents caught me
me on the spot

For the wage

No one the boss to hire me
But it's been fifteen
When I left my cryin'
With a promise in my

On the of L.A.
I recite a poem
hands, ten thousand years
It's the for the crop

It's my people doin' the
In the valley of the
It's a decent job to at
Any day take this job

Ethiopian, Colombian, Pakistani,
Every man I run into
All the kitchens on the
And they're in them hours
Smilin' in dreams

Theyre a long, long way from now
But they to be free
California, and Missouri, Oregon
been workin' like their fathers were
A long, time ago

For the minimum
For the wage
For the minimum
For, for, for, for the wage

a bumpy road to ride in
But take it anytime
It's a bumpy road to
But I'll it day

It's a bumpy road to
But take it anytime
For the minimum