Luyện nghe bài hát Deportees

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

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

My own father, he waded that river,
They all the money he made in his life.
My brothers and sisters working the fruit trees,
And they 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, we've got to on.
Six hundred to the Mexico border,
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, thieves.

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

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".

The sky plane caught fire Los Gatos Canyon,
A of lightning, it shook all our hills,
Who are these friends, all scattered dry leaves?
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 good
To fall dry leaves and rot on our topsoil,
To be known by no name "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".