Luyện nghe bài hát Deportees

by Woody
The crops are all in and the peaches are
The oranges are in their creosote dumps
They're flying 'em back to the border
To take all money to wade back again
Goodbye to my Juan, Roselita
mes amigos, Jesus e Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big
All they will call you will be
My father's own father, he waded river
They took all the money he made in his
It's six miles to the Mexico border
And they chased them like rustlers, outlaws, like thieves
The skyplane caught over Los Gatos Canyon
The great ball of fire it all our hills
Who are these dear who are falling like dry leaves?
Radio said, "They are deportees"
Is the best way we can grow our big orchards?
Is the best way we can raise our good crops?
To like dry leaves and rot on out topsoil
And be by no names except "deportees"
Ludlow Music, Inc.
recorded on Judy Collins/3 and Guthrie
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