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

The are all in and the lettuce is rotting
The are pilled in there Creosote dumps
They're flying 'em to that Mexican border
To pay all money and wade back again

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

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

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

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

to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus and
You won't have a name you ride the big airplane
And all they will 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 way we can grow our good orchards
Is this the best way we can our good fruit
To fall like dry and rot on your top soil
And be called by no except deportees

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