Luyện nghe bài hát We Can't Make It Here

Theres a Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the turn line
The on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing and both hands

No ones paying mind to him
The V.A. budgets just stretched so
And now theres more coming from the Mideast war
We cant it here anymore

And that big ol building was the mill
That fed our kids and it paid our
But they us out and they closed the doors
'Cause we cant make it here

You see those pallets piled up on the loading
Theyre just gonna sit til they rot
Cause theres nothing to ship, to pack
Just busted and rusted tracks

storefronts around the square
Theres a needle in the gutter and glass
You dont come down here youre looking to score
We make it here anymore

The bars still open but man its
The tip light and the registers low
The bartender dont much to say
The regular gets thinner each day

have maxed out all their credit cards
Some are working two jobs and living in
wage wont pay for a roof, wont pay for a drink
If you have proof just try it yourself Mr. C.E.O.
See how far 5.15 an hour go
Take a time job at one your stores
I bet you make it here anymore

And theres a high school girl with a bourgeois
Just like the in the magazine
She found on the of the laundromat
A woman with can forget all that

If she comes up whatll she do
Forget the and forget about school
Can she on faith? Live on hope?
on Jesus or hooked on dope
When its way too to just say no
You cant make it anymore

Now Im stocking in the Wal-Mart store
like the ones we made before
Cept one came from Singapore
I guess we cant make it anymore

Should I hate a for the shade of their skin
Or the of their eyes or the shape Im in
I hate em for having our jobs today
No I hate the men the jobs away

I can see all now, they haunt my dreams
All lily and squeaky clean
Theyve never known want, theyll never need
Their shit dont and their kids wont bleed
Their kids bleed in their damn little war
And we make it here anymore

Will I for food, will I die for oil
Will kill for and to us the spoils
The billionaires get to pay tax
The working poor get to fall the cracks

So let em eat let em eat cake
Let em eat shit, whatever it
They can join the Air Force or the Corps
If they cant it here anymore

So thats how it is, what we got
If the wants to admit it or not
You can it in the paper, read it on the wall
Hear it on the if youre listening at all
Get out of that limo, us in the eye
Call us on the phone tell us all why

In Ohio or Portland Maine
Or a cotton gin out on the great plains
Thats done closed down along with the
And the hospital and the pool

devils dance in the noonday heat
Theres in the alley and trash in the street
Gang graffiti on a door
We make it here anymore