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

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

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

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

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

We've died on your hills and we've died on deserts
We've died in your valleys, we've died in your
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 have a name when you the big airplane
And all they call you will be deportees

The sky plane fire over Los Gatos Canyon
A fireball of lightning, it all our hills
Who are these all scattered like dry leaves
The tells us they're just deportees

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

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