Luyện nghe bài hát White Crosses

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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