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

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

My own father, he waded that river
They took all the money he made in his
My brothers and come working the fruit trees
They rode the big trucks till they lay down and

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye
mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big
And all will call you will be deportee

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

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

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

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