Luyện nghe bài hát Minimum Wage

Traveled seven hundred
Crossed the border to the
a plastic bottle running
Cross the in a shake

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

Story of a
For the wage

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

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

of a lifetime
For the minimum

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

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

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

For the minimum

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

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

my people doin' the pickin'
In the of the dolls
a decent job to work at
Any day I'll take job

Ethiopian, Colombian, Pakistani,
Every man 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' like their were
A long, long ago

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

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

a bumpy road to take
But take it anytime
For the minimum