Luyện nghe bài hát Matamoras Banks

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

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

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

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

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

Your sweet memory comes on the evenin'
I sleep and dream of you in my arms again
The lights of Brownsville, across the shine
A shout 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 your loving
me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the
me on the Matamoros banks