Luyện nghe bài hát White Crosses

Well I packed all of my things into this
To call this year to earn coyotes
Kiss my wife and goodbye choke back the quiver in my breath
And took my first into this corridor of death

If I'm lucky I make it to a drain
500 of my brothers, I would share the strain
Of standing in this boxcar for rain
It's the only the way we will quench our

In gardens of white crosses
Growing in the sand
In these gardens of crosses
We are the of poverty trying to a make a stand

If we make it past the border, we scatter
Vanish just like in autumn wind
I will run my color will not matter
I can find some work or possibly a friend

There are others who have it here
They will show me how to find a job and a to lay my head
And I cannot be concerned with dreams of my
For there are 5 in line for my bed

In these of white crosses
Growing in the sand
In these gardens of white
We are the children of poverty trying to a a stand

I gladly pick your peaches or clean your hotel rooms
I will do the jobs American do
With cell phones to their heads and $700 dollar
I risk my life 'cause it's all I have to lose

Let the devil in the mountains promise me a
Found an 18 and put all of us inside
And just outside of victory, 19 of us
None of our bodies hit the

And so my wife she still wonders when I'm home
The riches that I promised her for leaving her
I said I would send her all that I save
But I up in California in an unknown grave

In these gardens of white growing in the California sand
In these gardens of crosses we are the children of poverty trying to a make a stand