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

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

My father's own father, he that river
They took all the money he made in his
My and sisters come working 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 have a name when you the big airplane
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 to that Mexican border
chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves

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

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

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