Luyện nghe bài hát Minimum Wage

Traveled seven hundred
the border to the States
With a bottle running
Cross the desert in a

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

of a lifetime
For the minimum

Well, they me through the desert
Then the strapped me down
they ask me why in Spanish
Why you on comin' back?

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

Story of a
For the wage

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

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

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

For the minimum

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

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

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

Ethiopian, Colombian, Pakistani,
Every man I run into
All the kitchens on the
And pluggin' in them hours
in their dreams

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

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

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

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