Luyện nghe bài hát We Can't Make It Here

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

No ones much mind to him
The V.A. budgets just so thin
And now theres more coming back from the 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 they the doors
'Cause we cant make it here

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

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

The bars still but man its slow
The tip light and the registers low
The dont have much to say
The regular crowd thinner each day

Some have maxed out all their cards
Some are working two and living in cars
Minimum wont pay for a roof, wont pay for a drink
If you gotta 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 girl with a bourgeois dream
Just like the pictures in the
She found on the floor of the
A woman with can forget all that

If she up pregnant whatll she do
Forget the and forget about school
Can she on faith? Live on hope?
High on Jesus or hooked on
When its way too late to say no
You cant it here anymore

Now Im stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart
like the ones we made before
Cept this one from Singapore
I guess we cant make it here

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

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

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 through the

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

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

In Dayton or Portland Maine
Or a cotton gin out on the high plains
Thats done closed along with the school
And the hospital and the swimming

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