Luyện nghe bài hát Deportees

( by Woody Guthrie / Music by Martin Hoffman
Live performance with Verdries, his mother )

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

My own father, he waded that river,
took all the money he made in his life.
My brothers and sisters come the fruit trees,
And rode the trucks till 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 will call you will be "deportees".

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

We in your hills, and we died in your deserts,
We in your valleys and died on your plains.
We died 'neath your and we died in your bushes,
sides of the river, we died 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 they will you will be "deportees".

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

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

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