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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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