Luyện nghe bài hát We Can't Make It Here

Theres a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard
there by the left turn line
The flag on his wheelchair in the breeze
One leg and both hands free

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

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

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

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

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

Some have maxed out all their credit
Some are working two and living in cars
Minimum wage wont pay for a roof, pay for a drink
If you gotta have proof try it yourself Mr. C.E.O.
See how far 5.15 an will go
Take a time job at one your stores
I bet you cant it here anymore

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

If she comes up whatll she do
the career and forget about school
Can she live on faith? Live on
on Jesus or hooked on dope
When its way too late to say no
You cant it here anymore

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

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

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

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

So thats how it is, what we got
If the president 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
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 hospital and the pool

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