Letra de This Land Is Our Land Redux

From San Francisco to Rhode Island
We hear an ached voice saying it’s our land
And we do thank you for your gift given
We take your highways, hack them to ribbons
Wad bits of ribbon, stuff them in our ears
Block out the voices calling you and me
Our voices, our cannons
We’ll shout it to the sky
Our voices will make this, will make this
Make this our land!
From Corpus Christi to North Dakota
Good people chanted that it’s all over
With broken ribbons, we filled the valleys
Because they’re endless we soak up the Gulfstream
Grab ribbon highways into our cannons
We aim and fire, engulf our sky
Our voices, our cannons
We’ll shout ’em to the sky
Our voices, will make this, will make this
Make this our land!
Make this our land!
We make this our land!
Just as they told us
There’s one more river
You’re doing more after New York City
Yes, New York City
There is a steeple
Shadowed with people
No endless skyways
No redwood forests
No golden valleys
This land is for us
Our voices, our cannons
We’ll shout them to the sky
Our voices, we’ll make this
We’ll make this, make this our land
Make this our land!