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

The crops are all in and the are rott'ning,
The oranges piled in their creosote
They're flying 'em back to the Mexican
To pay all their money to wade back

to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, y Maria;
You won't your names when you ride the big airplane,
All they will you will be "deportees"

My father's own father, he that river,
They took all the he made in his life;
My brothers and sisters working the old church,
They rode the big truck still laydown and
"Chorus"
The sky plane fire over Los Gatos Canyon,
A of lightning, and shook all our hills,
Who are all these friends, all scattered dry leaves?
The radio says, "They are deportees"
"Chorus"