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

(Woody - Martin Hoffman)

The are all in
And the are rotting
The oranges are
In their dumps
They're flying back
To Mexico border
To pay all their
To wade back

Goodbye to you Juan, Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus and
You have a name
When you ride the big
All will call you
be deportee

My own father
He that river
They took all the
He in his life
My and sisters
Come working the fruit
And they rode on the
they took down and died

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

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

The sky caught fire
Over Los Canyon
Like a fireball of
And all our hills
Who are all friends
All like dry leaves
The says
are just deportees

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