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La letra de la cancion This Hard Land de Bruce Springsteen Hey there mister can you tell me What happened to the seeds I ve sown Can you give me a reason, sir, as to why they ve never grown They ve just blown around from town to town Back out on these fields Where they fall from my hand Back into the dirt of this hard land Well me and my sister From Germantown we did ride We made our bed, sir From the rock on the mountainside We been blowin around from town to town Lookin for a place to stand Where the sun burst through the clouds and fall like a circle A circle of fire down on this hard land Now even the rain it don t come round Don t come round here no more And the only sound at night s the wind Slammin the back porch door Yeah it stirs you up like it wants to blow you down Twistin and churnin up the sand Leavin all them scarecrows lyin facedown In the dirt of this hard land From a building up on the hill I can hear a tape deck blastin "Home on the Range" I can hear them Bar-M choppers Sweepin low across the plains It s me and you, Frank, we re lookin for lost cattle Our hooves twistin and churnin up the sand We re ridin in the whirlwind searchin for lost treasure Way down south of the Rio Grande We re ridin cross that river in the moonlight Up onto the banks of this hard land Hey, Frank, won t you pack your bags And meet me tonight down at Liberty Hall Just one kiss from you, my brother And we ll ride until we fall Well sleep in the fields We ll sleep by the rivers And in the morning we ll make a plan Well if you can t make it stay hard, stay hungry, stay alive if you can And meet me in a dream of this hard land
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