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

(Woody Guthrie - Hoffman)

The are all in
And the peaches are
The oranges are
In Creosote dumps
flying them back
To that border
To pay all their
To wade again

Goodbye to you Juan, goodbye
mis amigos, Jesus and Maria
You have a name
When you the big airplane
All they call you
be deportee

My father's own
He waded that
They all the money
He made in his
My and sisters
working the fruit trees
And they on the trucks
'Til they down and died

Somos (Well some are illegal)
Y mal recibidos (And are not wanted)
Se a caba el (our work contracts out)
Y de alli a (And we've got to move on)
Six hundred
To that border
They chase us like
Like rustlers, like

We in your hills
And we died in deserts
We in your valleys
We on your plains
We died 'neath your
And we died in bushes
Both of that river
We died just the

The sky plane caught
Over Los Gatos
Like a fireball of
And shook all our
Who are all friends
All scattered dry leaves
The radio
They are deportees

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