Luyện nghe bài hát Deportees

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

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

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

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

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

We died in hills, and we died in your deserts,
We died in your valleys and on your plains.
We died 'neath trees and we died in your bushes,
Both 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 over Los 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 best way we can grow our big
Is this the best way we can our good 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 when you the big airplane,
All they will you will be "deportees".
All they will you will be "deportees".