Luyện nghe bài hát Matamoras Banks

(Each year die crossing the deserts,
mountains and rivers of our southern
in search of a life. Here I follow the
backwards, from the body at the
river bottom, to the man walking
the desert the banks of the Rio Grande.)

For two days the keeps you down
Then you rise to the light a sound
the playgrounds and empty switching yards
The turtles eat the from your eyes, so they lay open to the stars

Your clothes way to the current and river stone
'Till every of who you ever were is gone
And the things of the they make their claim
the things of heaven may do the same

Goodbye, my darling, for your love I God thanks,
me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the
me on the Matamoros banks

Over rivers of stone and ancient beds
I walk on of twine and tire tread
My pockets full of dust, my filled with cool stone
The pale moon opens the earth to its
I long, my darling, for your kiss, for your sweet love I God thanks
The of your loving fingertips
Meet me on the
me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the banks

Your sweet memory on the evenin' wind
I sleep and dream of holding you in my again
The lights of Brownsville, across the river
A shout rings out and into the silty red I dive
I long, my darling, for your kiss, for your sweet I give God thanks
A of your loving fingertips
Meet me on the
Meet me on the
Meet me on the banks