Luyện nghe bài hát Deportee

The are all in, the peaches are rotting
The oranges are piled in their dumps
They're flying you back to the mexico
To pay all money to wade back again

My father's own father, he that river
took all the money he made in his life
My brothers and sisters they in the fruit trees
rode the truck till they took down and died

Good-bye to my juan, rosalita
Adios mes amigos, jesus e
You won't a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they call you will be "deportee"

Some of us are illegal, and some are not
Our work contract's out and we to move on
Six hundred miles to the mexican
They chase us like rustlers, outlaws, like thieves.

We died in your hills. we on your deserts.
We've died in mountains, and died on your plains.
We've died 'neath your trees, and we've died in bushes.
Both sides of the river, we've died the same.

Good-bye to my juan, good-bye
mes amigos, jesus e maria
You won't have a name when you the big airplane
And all will call you will be "deportee"

The skyplane caught fire over los canyon
A of lightning that shook all our hills
Who were all these dear friends all scattered dry leaves?
The radio says they were deportees.

Is this the best way we can grow our big
And is this the best way we can grow our fruit?
To fall like dry and rot on the top soil,
And be by no name except "deportee".

to my juan, good-bye rosalita
Adios mes amigos, jesus e
You won't have a name when you the big airplane
And all they will you will be "deportee"