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

(Woody Guthrie - Hoffman)

The are all in
And the peaches are
The are stacked
In their Creosote
They're flying them
To that border
To pay all wages
To wade back

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

My father's own
He waded river
They took all the
He made in his
My brothers and
Come working the fruit
And they rode on the
'Til 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 Mexico border
They us like outlaws
Like rustlers, thieves

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

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

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