Luyện nghe bài hát We Can't Make It Here

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

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

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

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

Empty storefronts around the
a needle in the gutter and glass everywhere
You dont come down here unless youre looking to
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 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 proof just try it yourself Mr. C.E.O.
See how far 5.15 an will go
Take a part time job at one stores
I bet you make it here anymore

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

If she comes up whatll she do
Forget the career and about school
Can she live on faith? on hope?
High on Jesus or on dope
When its way too late to say no
You cant make it anymore

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

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

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

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

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 it here anymore

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

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

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