Luyện nghe bài hát Deportees

( by Woody Guthrie / Music by Martin Hoffman
Live performance Ellen Verdries, his mother )

The crops are all in and the are rotting,
The are piled in their creosote dumps.
flying you back to the Mexico border,
To pay all your to wade back again.

My father's own father, he waded river,
They took all the he made in his life.
My brothers and sisters come working the trees,
And they rode the till they took down and died.

to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, y Maria.
You won't have a name you ride the big airplane,
All they call you will be "deportees".

of us are illegal, and some are not wanted,
When contract is out, we've got to on.
Six hundred miles to the border,
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, thieves.

We died in your hills, and we died in deserts,
We died in your valleys and on your plains.
We 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes,
Both sides of the river, we just the same.

to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, y Maria.
You have a name when you ride the big airplane,
All they will call you be "deportees".

The sky caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon,
A fireball of lightning, it all our hills,
Who are friends, all scattered like dry leaves?
The radio says, "They are deportees".

Is this the best way we can grow our big
Is the best way we can grow our good fruit?
To fall dry leaves and rot on our topsoil,
To be by no name except "deportees"?

to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, y Maria.
You won't have a when you ride the big airplane,
All they will call you be "deportees".
All will call you will be "deportees".