Luyện nghe bài hát We Can't Make It Here

Theres a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard
Sitting there by the turn line
The flag on his flapping in the breeze
One leg and both hands free

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

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

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

Empty storefronts around the
a needle in the gutter and glass everywhere
You dont down here unless youre looking to score
We cant make it anymore

The bars still but man its slow
The tip jars and the registers low
The bartender have much to say
The regular gets thinner each day

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

And theres a school girl with a bourgeois dream
Just the pictures in the magazine
She found on the floor of the
A woman with kids can forget all

If she comes up whatll she do
Forget the career and forget school
Can she live on faith? Live on
High on or hooked on dope
When its way too late to say no
You cant make it anymore

Now Im stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart
Just like the ones we made
Cept this one came Singapore
I guess we cant make it anymore

I hate a people 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 the men sent the jobs away

I can see them all now, they haunt my
All white and squeaky clean
Theyve known want, theyll never know need
Their dont stink and their kids wont bleed
Their kids wont bleed in their little war
And we cant make it anymore

Will I work for food, I die for oil
Will kill for power and to us the
The get to pay less tax
The working poor get to fall the cracks

So let em eat jellybeans let em eat
Let em eat shit, it takes
They can join the Air or join the Corps
If cant make it here anymore

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

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

Dust devils dance in the heat
Theres rats in the alley and trash in the
Gang graffiti on a door
We cant it here anymore