Luyện nghe bài hát White Crosses

Well I packed all of my things this blanket
To call this to earn coyotes fill
Kiss my wife and kids goodbye back the quiver in my breath
And took my first steps 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 boxcar praying for rain
It's the only the way we will quench our

In gardens of white crosses
in the California sand
In gardens of white crosses
We are the children of poverty trying to a make a

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

There are others who have made it
will show me how to find a job and a place to lay my head
And I be concerned with dreams of my children
For there are 5 others in for my bed

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

I will gladly pick your peaches or clean hotel rooms
I will do the American won't do
With cell phones to their heads and dollar shoes
I will risk my 'cause it's all I have to lose

Let the in the mountains promise me a ride
an 18 wheeler and put all of us inside
And outside of victory, 19 of us died
of our bodies hit the floor

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

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