Luyện nghe bài hát Deportee

Woody Guthrie/Martin

The crops are all in and the are rott'ning.
The are piled in their creosote dumps.
They're them back to the Mexico border
To take all money to wade back again.

Goodbye to my Juan, Roselita,
Adios mis amigos, y Maria.
You won't have a name you ride the big airplane.
All they call you is just deportee.

My father's own father, he waded river.
They all the money he made in his life.
It's six hundred to the Mexican border
And they chased him rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves.

The airplane caught fire Los Gatos Canyon,
A ball of fire that shook all the hills.
Who are these who are falling like dry leaves?
The radio said, "They're deportees."

Is this the best way we can grow our big
Is this the best way we can raise our crops?
To like dry leaves and rot on our topsoil
And be by no name except deportee.

(Chorus)