Luyện nghe bài hát Deportees

( Words by Guthrie / Music by Martin Hoffman
performance with Ellen Verdries, his mother )

The are all in and the peaches are rotting,
The oranges are piled in their dumps.
They're you back to the Mexico border,
To pay all your oranges to wade again.

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

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

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

We died in your hills, and we died in deserts,
We died in your and died on your plains.
We died 'neath your trees and we in your bushes,
sides of the river, we died 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 call you will be "deportees".

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

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

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