Luyện nghe bài hát Minimum Wage

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

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

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 keep on back?

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

Story of a
For the minimum

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

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

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

For the wage

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

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

my people doin' the pickin'
In the of the dolls
It's a job to work at
Any day take this job

Ethiopian, Colombian, Pakistani,
man that I run into
All the on the strip
And they're pluggin' in hours
in their dreams

Theyre a long, long way from now
But lookin' to be free
California, and Missouri, Oregon
been workin' like their fathers were
A long, time 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
a bumpy road to take
But I'll it day

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