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 that
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
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 Mexican border
They us like 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 died 'neath bushes
Both sides of that river, we died the same

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

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