Luyện nghe bài hát White Crosses

Well I all of my things into this blanket
To call year to earn coyotes fill
Kiss my wife and kids 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 would the strain
Of in this boxcar praying for rain
It's the only the way we will quench our

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

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

There are others who have it here
will show me how to find a job and a place to lay my head
And I cannot be 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 of poverty trying to a make a stand

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

Let the in the mountains promise me a ride
Found an 18 wheeler and put all of us
And outside of victory, 19 of us died
None of our 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 her all that I could save
But I ended up in California in an grave

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