The Immigrants
Van Dyke Parks, Gaby Moreno
So much trouble in the home of the brave
And the land of the free
Am I an immigrant or am I a new slave,
Made for all brutality?
I don't think so
Is it that man has lost his reason?
You can't even blame the heat
They're moving like jackals in the hunting season (In the hunting season)
And the refugee's soul is the meat
The immigrants are here to stay
To help build America (Oi, oi oi oi, oi)
The immigrants ain't going nowhere
They're here for America (Oi, oi oi oi, oi)
Fighting for a better life
Fighting through the grunge
America remember Ellis Island
We all came here to take the plunge
I hope you understand it (Espero que lo entiendas)
Oh oh oh
Yeah (Óyeme, óyeme, óyeme)
Take me away now with your sweet soul calypso
A cumbia and a reggae
Like a punta rock and a salsa samba
A high life bhangra merengue
(Así que dime tú) In other words, yeah
This is a different kind of Apple now, New York City
Or like an orange, I love L.A.
What a delight so bright and juicy
But a little spicy to the taste
USA
The immigrants are here to stay
To help build America (Oi, oi oi oi, oi)
The immigrants ain't going nowhere
They're here for America (Oi, oi oi oi, oi)
Fighting for a better life
Fighting through the grunge
America remember Ellis Island
We all came here to take the plunge
I hope you understand it (Espero que lo entiendas)
We all hold this truth to be self-evident
That all men are created equal, hmm hmm yeah
Bring your sick, bring your needy
In the early evening by the dawn's early light
Remember the founding fathers, yeah
Home of the brave
Land of the free, you and me
From the New York Island
From sea to shining sea!
Oh, oh oh oh
Hmm hmm
Hmm hmm hmm
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