Luyện nghe bài hát We Can't Make It Here

Theres a Vietnam Vet with a sign
Sitting there by the left turn
The flag on his flapping in the breeze
One leg missing and hands free

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

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

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

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

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

have maxed out all their credit cards
Some are working two jobs and in cars
Minimum wage 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 hour go
Take a time job at one your stores
I bet you make it here anymore

And theres a high school girl with a dream
Just like the in the magazine
She found on the floor of the
A woman kids can forget all that

If she up pregnant whatll she do
Forget the career and about 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
like the ones we made before
Cept this one came Singapore
I guess we 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 hate the men sent the jobs

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

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

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

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

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

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