Luyện nghe bài hát Deportees

( Words by Woody / Music by Martin Hoffman
Live performance Ellen Verdries, his mother )

The crops are all in and the are rotting,
The oranges are piled in creosote dumps.
They're you back to the Mexico border,
To pay all oranges to wade back again.

My father's own father, he waded river,
took all the money he made in his life.
My brothers and sisters come working the trees,
And they rode the trucks they took down and died.

to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, y Maria.
You won't have a when you ride the big airplane,
All they will you will be "deportees".

of us are illegal, and some are not wanted,
When contract is out, got to move on.
Six hundred to the Mexico border,
chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves.

We died in your hills, and we died in deserts,
We died in your valleys and on your plains.
We died 'neath your trees and we died in bushes,
Both sides of the river, we just the same.

to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, y Maria.
You won't have a name you ride the big airplane,
All will call you will be "deportees".

The sky plane fire over Los Gatos Canyon,
A of lightning, it shook all our hills,
Who are these friends, all scattered like dry
The radio says, "They are deportees".

Is this the way we can grow our big orchards?
Is this the best way we can grow our fruit?
To fall dry leaves and rot on our topsoil,
To be by no name except "deportees"?

to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, y Maria.
You won't have a name you ride the big airplane,
All they will you will be "deportees".
All they will you will be "deportees".