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

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

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

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

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

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

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 they are just deportees

Is the best way we can grow 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