Luyện nghe bài hát Matamoras Banks

(Each year die crossing the deserts,
mountains and of our southern border
in search of a better life. I follow the
journey backwards, from the 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 without a
Past the and empty switching yards
The turtles eat the skin from your eyes, so they lay open to the

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

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

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