Luyện nghe bài hát Deportee

Woody Guthrie/Martin

The crops are all in and the are rott'ning.
The oranges are in their creosote dumps.
They're flying them back to the border
To take all money to wade back again.

Goodbye to my Juan, Roselita,
Adios mis amigos, y Maria.
You won't have a name when you the big airplane.
All they will you is just deportee.

My own father, he waded that river.
They took all the he made in his life.
It's six hundred miles to the border
And they chased him rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves.

The caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon,
A great ball of fire that all the hills.
Who are these friends who are falling dry leaves?
The said, "They're just deportees."

Is this the best way we can our big orchards?
Is this the best way we can our good crops?
To fall like dry leaves and rot on our
And be known by no name deportee.

(Chorus)