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 their Creosote
flying them back
To that Mexico
To pay all their
To wade again

Goodbye to you Juan, goodbye
mis amigos, Jesus and Maria
You have a name
When you ride the big
All they will you
Will be

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

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

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

The sky caught fire
Los Gatos Canyon
Like a fireball of
And all our hills
Who are all those
All like dry leaves
The radio
They are just

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