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

The crops are all in and the is rotting
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 took all the 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, and Maria
You won't have a name when you the big airplane
And all they will you will 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 valleys, we've died in your plains
We've died your trees and we've died in your bushes
Both sides of river, we've died just the same

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

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

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

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