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

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

My own father, he waded that river
They all the money he made in his life
My brothers and sisters came working the trees
They rode on their till they lay down and die

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

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

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

to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, and Maria
You have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all will call you will be deportees

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

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

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye
mis amigos, Jesus and Maria
You have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will you will be deportees