Luyện nghe bài hát Matamoras Banks

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

For two the river keeps you down
Then you rise to the without a sound
Past the playgrounds and switching yards
The turtles eat the skin from your eyes, so they lay open to the

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

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

Over rivers of and ancient ocean beds
I walk on sandals of twine and tread
My full of dust, my mouth filled with cool stone
The pale moon the earth to its bones
I long, my darling, for your kiss, for your sweet I give God thanks
The touch of your loving
me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the
me on the Matamoros banks

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