Luyện nghe bài hát Deportee

Woody Hoffman

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 their to wade back again.

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

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

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

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

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