Luyện nghe bài hát Minimum Wage

Traveled seven hundred
Crossed the border to the
With a plastic running
the desert in a shake

Come to only country
Hidin' from the
to make this place my home
Run a long, long way from

of a lifetime
For the minimum

Well, they chased me through the
Then the strapped me down
Then ask me why in Spanish
Why you keep on back?

I left my dad in Jersey
And my in Des Moines
They've workin' in this country
Pickin' lettuce, washing

Story of a
For the minimum

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

Then I the dish and rinse it
Then I go late and sleep
Well, I need to be now
'Cause I walk out in my

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

For the minimum

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

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

It's my doin' the pickin'
In the valley of the
a decent job to work at
Any day I'll take job

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

Theyre a long, long way home now
But lookin' to be free
California, and Missouri, Oregon
They been workin' their fathers were
A long, time ago

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

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

a bumpy road to take
But I'll it anytime
For the wage