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American Life

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โฑ๏ธ 4:32 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

In a town in southernmost Sicily
Lived a family too proud to be poor
In the year that fever took father away
They hastened for American shores
Now a mother and her son are standing in line
It's a cold day on Ellis Isle
And they look to the Statue of Liberty
For the boy, we have American Life
Ong is a Laotian refugee
He works in the audio trade
The smoke from flux is filling his lungs
He's earning minimum wage
Spending spare time down on
San Pablo Bay
Once a week gets a woman for the night
And he writes home tales of prosperity
For the boy, we have American Life
For the boy, we have American Life
Bob is an unemployed veteran
Born and bred in the South Bronx
He's living off the streets down in east L.A
Residing in a cardboard box
Now he plays a little guitar and he has a small dog
Searching for aluminum cans
And he holds on tight to his dignity
He was born into American Life

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:10.78] In a town in southernmost Sicily
[00:13.39] Lived a family too proud to be poor
[00:16.11] In the year that fever took father away
[00:18.73] They hastened for American shores
[00:21.56] Now a mother and her son are standing in line
[00:24.36] It's a cold day on Ellis Isle
[00:26.59] And they look to the Statue of Liberty
[00:33.82] For the boy, we have American Life
[00:55.58] Ong is a Laotian refugee
[00:57.78] He works in the audio trade
[01:00.36] The smoke from flux is filling his lungs
[01:03.13] He's earning minimum wage
[01:05.74] Spending spare time down on
[01:07.44] San Pablo Bay
[01:08.57] Once a week gets a woman for the night
[01:10.75] And he writes home tales of prosperity
[01:17.49] For the boy, we have American Life
[01:23.58] For the boy, we have American Life
[02:23.58] Bob is an unemployed veteran
[02:26.13] Born and bred in the South Bronx
[02:28.76] He's living off the streets down in east L.A
[02:31.30] Residing in a cardboard box
[02:33.97] Now he plays a little guitar and he has a small dog
[02:36.69] Searching for aluminum cans
[02:39.11] And he holds on tight to his dignity
[02:46.07] He was born into American Life
[03:13.10]

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