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

My father's own father, he that river
took all the money he made in his life
My and sisters came working the fruit trees
They rode on truck 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 call you be deportees

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

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

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

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

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

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