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 'em back to that Mexican border
To pay all their and wade back again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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