Luyện nghe bài hát White Crosses

Well I packed all of my things into this
To call this year to earn coyotes
Kiss my wife and kids goodbye choke back the quiver in my
And took my first steps this corridor of death

If I'm I will make it to a drain
With 500 of my brothers, I share the strain
Of standing in this praying for rain
the only the way we will quench our thirst

In these gardens of crosses
Growing in the sand
In gardens of white crosses
We are the of poverty trying to a make a stand

If we make it past the border, we scatter
just like smoke in autumn wind
I will run my color will not matter
Hopin' I can some work or possibly a friend

are others who have made it here
They will me how to find a job and a place to lay my head
And I cannot be with dreams of my children
For there are 5 in line for my bed

In these gardens of crosses
Growing in the sand
In these of white crosses
We are the of poverty trying to a make a stand

I will gladly pick your peaches or clean your rooms
I do the jobs American won't do
With phones to their heads and $700 dollar shoes
I will risk my life 'cause it's all I to lose

Let the devil in the promise me a ride
Found an 18 wheeler and put all of us
And just outside of victory, 19 of us
None of our hit the floor

And so my wife she wonders when I'm coming home
The riches that I her for leaving her alone
I I would send her all that I could save
But I up in California in an unknown grave

In these gardens of white growing in the California sand
In these gardens of crosses we are the children of poverty trying to a make a stand