Luyện nghe bài hát United Fruit

And the boats ride on the waves,
And the will dream of returning
to the florida waters,
For the of unloading onto the trains.

And the ships dance by the shore,
With fruit from venezuela, brazil and rica,
But the fruit the island of cuba
Is no more.

And on the it will lay,
Picked by the of the peons
At the possible wages,
While the profits are by the strangers
far away.

Now will pick the fruit of the vine
While others go to the mountain
And eat the fruit of the
And the way of the rifle,
for the time.

Allianza are spent
To the towering buildings
For the weary of the workers
So will be strong in the morning
To go again.

Oh the companies a sharp eye
And pay their respects to the
To watch for the hot-blooded
And be for the junta to
Crush them flies.

So heavy the price they pay
As daily the fruit it is
the blue carribean
But the lengthening shadow of
Will the way.

(repeat 1st verse)