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

The crops are all in and the lettuce is
The oranges are pilled in Creosote dumps
They're 'em back to that Mexican border
To pay all their money and wade again

My father's own father, he that river
They took all the money he made in his
My brothers and came working the fruit trees
They rode on their truck till they lay and die

Goodbye to my Juan, Rosalita
mis amigos, Jesus and Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big
And all they will call you be deportees

Some of us are and others not wanted
Our work out and we've got to move on
It's six hundred to that Mexican border
chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves

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

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

The sky plane caught fire over Los Canyon
A of lightning, it shook all our hills
Who are these chikanos all like dry leaves
The radio us they're just deportees

Is the best way we can grow our good orchards
Is this the best way we can our good fruit
To fall like dry leaves and rot on your top
And be called by no name except

to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, and Maria
You won't a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they call you will be deportees