This land is your land, this land is my land
From California to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me.
As I was walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway
I saw below me that golden valley
This land was made for you and me.
I roamed and I rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
While all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me.
When the sun came shining, and I was strolling
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
A voice was chanting, As the fog was lifting,
This land was made for you and me.
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me.
I remember singing this in Kindergarten.
Oh fuck, I think I'm gonna cry.
You forgot these verses
>There was a big high wall there that tried to stop me;
>Sign was painted, it said private property;
>But on the back side it didn't say nothing;
>This land was made for you and me.
>In the squares of the city, In the shadow of a steeple;
>By the relief office, I'd seen my people.
>As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking,
>Is this land made for you and me?
>>57256757
Fuck off Commie bastard.
Oh beautiful for spacious skies
and amber waves of grain
for purple mountain's majesty
above the fruited plain
America
America
God shed his grace on thee
and crown thy good with brotherhood
from sea to shining sea.
>>57256771
Woody Guthrie was the commie, not me
Just letting you know you forgot some verses
We used to sing this in kindergarden everyday
¡Salve, oh Patria, mil veces! ¡Oh Patria!
¡gloria a ti! Ya tu pecho rebosa,
gozo y paz, y tu frente radiosa
más que el sol contemplamos lucir.
ESTROFAS
I
Indignados tus hijos del yugo
que te impuso la ibérica audacia,
de la injusta y horrenda desgracia
que pesaba fatal sobre ti,
santa voz a los cielos alzaron,
voz de noble y sin par juramento,
de vengarte del monstruo sangriento,
de romper ese yugo servil.
II
Los primeros los hijos del suelo
que, soberbio; el Pichincha decora
te aclamaron por siempre señora
y vertieron su sangre por ti.
Dios miró y aceptó el holocausto,
y esa sangre fue germen fecundo
de otros héroes que, atónito, el mundo
vio en tu torno a millares surgir.
III
De estos héroes al brazo de hierro
nada tuvo invencible la tierra,
y del valle a la altísima sierra
se escuchaba el fragor de la lid;
tras la lid la victoria volaba,
libertad tras el triunfo venía,
y al león destrozado se oía
de impotencia y despecho rugir.
IV
Cedió al fin la fiereza española,
y hoy, oh Patria, tu libre existencia
es la noble y magnífica herencia
que nos dio, el heroísmo feliz;
de las manos paternas la hubimos,
nadie intente arrancárnosla ahora,
ni nuestra ira excitar vengadora
quiera, necio o audaz, contra sí.
V
Nadie, oh Patria, lo intente. Las sombras
de tus héroes gloriosos nos miran,
y el valor y el orgullo que inspiran
son augurios de triunfos por ti.
Venga el hierro y el plomo fulmíneo,
que a la idea de guerra y venganza
se despierta la heroica pujanza
que hizo al fiero español sucumbir.
VI
Y si nuevas cadenas prepara
la injusticia de bárbara suerte,
¡gran Pichincha! prevén tú la muerte
de la Patria y sus hijos al fin;
Hunde al punto en tus hondas entrañas
cuanto existe en tu tierra el tirano
huelle solo cenizas y en vano
busque rastro de ser junto a ti.
>>57256757
I just copy pasted it from wikipedia. Apparently those lines are often left out because they are political.
All the world that's owned by idle drons is ours and ours alone
We have laid the wide foundations built it skyward stone by stone
It ours, not to slave in but to master and to own!
While the union makes us strong!
>>57256801
forgot to include this
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LzsdNotN8jg
>Americans celebrate a song sung by a commie
your country is the EPITOME of hypocrisy 2bh.
