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 dumps
They're flying 'em back to Mexican border
To pay all their money and back again

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

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye
Adios mis amigos, and Maria
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 miles to that Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws, rustlers, like thieves

We've died on your 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 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 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 Gatos
A fireball of lightning, it all our hills
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 fall like dry leaves and rot on top soil
And be called by no name except

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