Luyện nghe bài hát Deportee (Plane Wreck At Los Gatos)

(Woody - Martin Hoffman)

The are all in
And the peaches are
The oranges are
In their dumps
They're flying them
To that Mexico
To pay all their
To wade again

Goodbye to you Juan, Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus and
You have a name
you ride the big airplane
All they will you
Will be

My father's own
He waded river
They all the money
He made in his
My brothers and
Come working the fruit
And they on the trucks
'Til they took and died

Somos (Well some are illegal)
Y mal (And some are not wanted)
Se a caba el (our work contracts out)
Y de alli a caminar (And got to move on)
Six miles
To Mexico border
chase us like outlaws
Like rustlers, thieves

We in your hills
And we died in your
We died in valleys
We died on plains
We 'neath your trees
And we died in your
Both sides of that
We died the same

The sky plane caught
Over Los Canyon
Like a of lightning
And shook all our
Who are all those
All like dry leaves
The says
They are deportees

Is this the way
We can our best orchards?
Is the best way
We can grow our fruit?
To fall like dry
And rot on my
And beknown by no
Except