Luyện nghe bài hát Minimum Wage

Traveled seven hundred
Crossed the to the States
With a plastic running
Cross the in a shake

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

Story of a
For the wage

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

When I left my dad in
And my in Des Moines
They've been workin' in this
lettuce, washing floors

Story of a
For the wage

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

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

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

For the minimum

No one forced the to hire me
But nearly been fifteen
When I left my baby
With a promise in my

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

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

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

a long, long way from home now
But lookin' to be free
California, Alabama and Missouri,
They been workin' like their were
A long, time ago

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

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

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