Luyện nghe bài hát Matamoras Banks

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

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

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

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

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

Your memory comes on the evenin' wind
I sleep and dream of you in my arms 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 sweet love I give God thanks
A of your loving fingertips
Meet me on the
me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros