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

The crops are all in and the peaches are
The oranges are packed in creosote dumps
They're flying 'em back to Mexico border
To take all their money to wade back

My father's own father, he waded river
They took all the money he in his life
My brothers and sisters come working the trees
rode the big trucks till they lay down and died

Goodbye to my Juan, Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y
You have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will you will be deportee

of us are illegal, and all are not wanted
Our work contract's out and got to move on
Six hundred to that Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, thieves

We died in your hills, we died in your
We died in your armies, we on your plains
We died 'neath your trees and we 'neath those bushes
Both sides of that river, we died just the

The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos
Like a fireball of lightning, it all our hills
Who are all these friends, dying like dry
The radio says they are just

Is this the way we can grow our big orchards?
Is this the way we can grow our good fruit?
To like dry leaves and rot on my topsoil
And be known by no except deportee