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

The are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges are packed in creosote dumps
They're flying 'em back to that Mexico
To take all money to wade back again

My father's own father, he that river
They all the money he made in his life
My brothers and sisters come the fruit trees
They rode the big trucks till they lay and died

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye
mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't 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 miles to that border
They us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves

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

The sky plane caught fire Los Gatos Canyon
Like a fireball of lightning, it all our hills
Who are all these friends, dying dry leaves?
The radio says they are deportees

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