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

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

My father's own father, he waded river
They took all the money he made in his
My brothers and sisters came working the trees
They rode on their truck they lay down 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 illegal and not wanted
Our work contracts out and we've got to on
It's six miles to that Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like

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

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

The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos
A fireball of lightning, it shook all our
Who are these all scattered like dry leaves
The radio tells us just deportees

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

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