Luyện nghe bài hát We Can't Make It Here

Theres a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard
Sitting by the left turn line
The flag on his wheelchair in the breeze
One leg missing and hands free

No ones paying much to him
The V.A. just stretched so thin
And now theres more back from the Mideast war
We cant make it here

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

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

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

The bars open but man its slow
The tip jars and the registers low
The bartender dont have to say
The regular crowd gets each day

Some have maxed out all their cards
are working two jobs and living in cars
Minimum wage wont pay for a roof, wont pay for a
If you gotta 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 cant make it anymore

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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