Luyện nghe bài hát We Can't Make It Here

Theres a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard
Sitting there by the left line
The flag on his 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 coming back 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 make it here 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 busted and rusted tracks

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

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

Some have maxed out all credit cards
are working two jobs and living in cars
Minimum wage pay for a roof, wont pay for a drink
If you gotta have proof just try it Mr. C.E.O.
See how far 5.15 an hour 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 in the magazine
She on the floor of the laundromat
A with kids can forget all that

If she up pregnant whatll she do
Forget the career and forget school
Can she on faith? Live on hope?
High on or hooked on dope
When its way too 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 cant it here anymore

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

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

Will I work for food, I die for oil
Will 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, whatever it
They can join the Air or join the Corps
If they cant make it anymore

So how it is, thats what 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 that limo, us in the eye
us on the cell phone tell us all why

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

Dust devils in the noonday heat
rats in the alley and trash in the street
Gang graffiti on a boxcar
We cant make it anymore