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

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

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

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

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

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

Goodbye to my Juan, Rosalita
mis amigos, Jesus 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 Canyon
A of lightning, it shook all our hills
Who are these all scattered like dry leaves
The radio tells us they're just

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

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