[00:48.140]In a town in southernmost Sicily[00:50.460]Lived a family too proud to be poor[00:54.390]In the year that fever took father away[00:56.650]They hastened for American shores[00:58.660]Now a mother and her son are standing in line[01:02.320]It’s a cold day on Ellis Isle[01:04.500]And they look to the Statue of Liberty[01:08.240]For the boy we have American Life[01:18.280]Ong is a Laotian refugee[01:37.990]He works in the audio trade[01:39.160]The smoke from flux is filling his lungs[01:41.660]He’s earning minimum wage[01:43.670]Spending spare time down on[01:46.710]San Pablo ave[01:47.710]Once a week gets a woman for the night[01:49.530]And he writes home tales of prosperity[01:51.860]For the boy we have American Life[01:58.740]Bob is an unemployed veteran[03:05.070]Born and bred in the South Bronx[03:07.890]He’s living off the streets down in east L.A.[03:10.450]Residing in a cardboard box[03:12.860]Now he plays a little quit and he has a small dog[03:16.170]Searching for aluminum cans[03:17.550]And he hold on tight to his dignity[03:20.920]He was born into American Life