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

(Woody Guthrie - Hoffman)

The are all in
And the are rotting
The are stacked
In their Creosote
flying them back
To that border
To pay all wages
To wade back

Goodbye to you Juan, Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, and Maria
You won't a name
When you the big airplane
All will call you
Will be

My own father
He waded river
They took all the
He in his life
My brothers and
Come working the trees
And they rode on the
'Til they took down and

Somos (Well some are illegal)
Y mal recibidos (And are not wanted)
Se a caba el contrato (our contracts out)
Y de alli a caminar (And got to move on)
Six miles
To Mexico border
They chase us like
rustlers, like thieves

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

The sky caught fire
Over Los Gatos
Like a fireball of
And shook all our
Who are all friends
All scattered like dry
The says
They are just

Is the best 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