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

(Woody - Martin Hoffman)

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

Goodbye to you Juan, goodbye
Adios mis amigos, Jesus and
You won't have a
When you ride the big
All they will you
Will be

My own father
He that river
They all the money
He in his life
My and sisters
Come the fruit trees
And rode on the trucks
'Til they took down and

Somos ilegales (Well are illegal)
Y mal recibidos (And are not wanted)
Se a el contrato (our work contracts out)
Y de alli a caminar (And we've got to on)
Six miles
To that border
They chase us like
rustlers, like thieves

We died in your
And we died in deserts
We died in valleys
We on your plains
We died your trees
And we in your bushes
sides of that river
We died just the

The sky caught fire
Over Los Gatos
a fireball of lightning
And all our hills
Who are all friends
All scattered dry leaves
The radio
are just deportees

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