• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Tu Cumplea - Diomedes Diaz
• The Game You Play - Firevision

Woody Guthrie
It's a mighty hard road that my poor hands have hoed. My poor feet have traveled a hot, dusty road.
Out of your dust bowls and westward we rode. Your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold.
I've wandered all over this green growing land. Wherever your crops were, I've lent you my hands.
On the edge of your city you'll see me and then, I come with the dust and I go with the wind.
California, Arizona, I've worked all your crops. Then it's North up to Oregon to gather your hops.
Dig the beets from your ground. Cut the grapes from your vines to set on your table that light sparkling wine.
Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground from the Grand Coulee dam where the waters run down
Every state in the Union this migrant has been. I come with the dust and I go with the wind.
It's always we ramble that river and I all along your green valley, I'll work 'til I die.
And I'll travel this road until death sets me free for my pastures of plenty must always be green.
I come with the dust and I go with the wind.

How you're feeling?
I know you're not ok
'cause I know what you've been thinking
and I know you don't wanna stay
The way you look at me
tells me more than your words
more than all those empty words you said to me before
you lost the game you play
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Things you're about to do really happen to you
so don't regret the mess you made 'cause it's too late
the game you play is true like it or not
and everything you do really comes back to you
And all the things we've been thru
don't matter to you
and after all you just can't forget the price you paid
for this game you play