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

The crops are all in and the peaches are
The are packed in their creosote dumps
They're flying 'em back to Mexico border
To take all their 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 till they lay down and died

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

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

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

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

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