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

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

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

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

Some of us are illegal and others not
Our work contracts out and got to move on
It's six hundred miles to Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws, rustlers, like thieves

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

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

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

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

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