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

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

My father's own father, he waded that
They took all the money he in his life
My and sisters came working the fruit trees
They on their truck till they lay down and die

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

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

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

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

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

Is the best 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 called by no name except

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