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 back to that Mexican
To pay all money and wade back again

My father's own father, he that river
They took all the money he in his life
My brothers and came working the fruit trees
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
It's six miles to that Mexican border
They chase us outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves

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

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

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

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

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