Luyện nghe bài hát Deportee

Woody Guthrie/Martin

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

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

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

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

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

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