Luyện nghe bài hát We Can't Make It Here

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

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

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

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

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

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

Some have maxed out all credit cards
Some are working two jobs and in cars
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 will go
a part time job at one your stores
I bet you cant make it anymore

And theres a high school girl a bourgeois dream
Just like the pictures in the
She found on the floor of the
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?
on Jesus or hooked on dope
When its way too to just say no
You make it here anymore

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

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

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

Will I work for food, 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 jellybeans let em eat
Let em eat shit, whatever it
can join the Air Force or join the Corps
If they cant it here anymore

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

In Dayton or Portland Maine
Or a cotton gin out on the great plains
Thats closed down along with the school
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 boxcar
We make it here anymore