Luyện nghe bài hát United Fruit

And the fruit ride on the waves,
And the will dream of returning
Back to the waters,
For the work of unloading the trains.

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

And on the decks it lay,
Picked by the hands of the
At the lowest wages,
the profits are made by the strangers
far away.

Now some will pick the fruit of the
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 raise the buildings
For the weary bones of the
So they will be strong in the
To go again.

Oh the keep a sharp eye
And pay respects to the army
To watch for the leaders
And be for the junta to
Crush like flies.

So heavy the that they pay
As daily the it is stolen
Over the carribean
But the lengthening of cuba
hinder the way.

(repeat 1st verse)