Luyện nghe bài hát White Crosses

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

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

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

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

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

In these of white crosses
in the California sand
In these of white crosses
We are the children of poverty to a make a stand

I will gladly pick your peaches or clean your hotel
I do the jobs American won't do
With phones to their heads and $700 dollar shoes
I will risk my 'cause it's all I have to lose

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

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

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