Luyện nghe bài hát We Can't Make It Here

Theres a Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn
The flag on his flapping in the breeze
One leg missing and hands free

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

And big ol building was the textile mill
That fed our kids and it our bills
But they turned us out and closed the doors
'Cause we cant make it anymore

You see those pallets up on the loading dock
Theyre gonna sit there til they rot
Cause theres nothing to ship, nothing to
Just concrete and rusted tracks

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

The still open but man its slow
The tip jars and the registers low
The bartender dont much to say
The crowd gets thinner each day

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

And theres a high girl with a bourgeois dream
Just like the pictures in the
She on the floor of the laundromat
A woman kids can forget all that

If she comes up pregnant she do
Forget the career and about school
Can she live on Live on hope?
High on or hooked on dope
When its way too to just say no
You cant it here anymore

Now Im stocking shirts in the store
like the ones we made before
Cept this one came Singapore
I guess we cant make it here

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

I can see them all now, haunt my dreams
All lily white and clean
Theyve never known want, theyll never know
Their shit dont stink and their wont bleed
Their kids wont bleed in damn little war
And we cant it here anymore

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

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

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

In Dayton Ohio or Maine
Or a gin out on the great high plains
Thats done down along with the school
And the hospital and the swimming

Dust devils in the noonday heat
Theres rats in the alley and in the street
graffiti on a boxcar door
We make it here anymore