The songs that I sing/ Las canciones que yo canto...

I hate a song that makes you think you are not any good. I hate a song that makes you think that you are just born to lose. Bound to lose. No good to nobody.No good for nothing. Because you are too old or too young or too fat or too slim. Too ugly or too this or too that. Songs that run you down or poke fun at you on account of your bad luck or hard traveling. I'm out to fight those songs to my very last breath of air and my last drop of blood. I am out to sing songs that will prove to you that this is your world and that if it has hit you pretty hard and knocked you for a dozen loops, no matter what color, what size you are, how you are built, I am out to sing the songs that make you take pride in yourself and in your work. And the songs that I sing are made up for the most part by all sorts of folks just about like you.- Woody Guthrie

Odio las canciones que te hacen sentir que naciste para ser un perdedor. Destinado a ser un fracaso. Un bueno para nada. Porque eres demasiado viejo o demasiado joven, demasiado gordo o demasiado flaco, demasiado feo o demasiado esto y aquello. Canciones que te tiran abajo o se burlan de ti por tu mala suerte o las complicaciones de tu vida. Estoy dispuesto a luchar contra esas canciones hasta mi último respiro y hasta mi última gota de sangre. Quiero que mis canciones te hagan sentir que este es tu mundo, y que si este mundo te ha golpeado duramente o te ha abatido una docena de veces, sin importar tu color, talla o estatura, mis canciones te hagan sentir orgulloso de ti mismo y tu trabajo. Y las canciones que canto, en su mayoría, hablan de todo tipo de gente, similares a ti. - Woody Guthrie

This Land Is Your Land
Performed by Bruce Springsteen
Words and Music by Woody Guthrie

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1yuc4BI5NWU

This land is your land This land is my land
From California to the New York island;
From the red wood 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've roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts;
And 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,
As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting:
This land was made for you and me.

As I went walking I saw a sign there
And on the sign it said "No Trespassing."
But on the other side it didn't say nothing,
That side was made for you and me.

In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people,
By the relief office I seen my people;
As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking
Is this land made for you and me?

Nobody living can ever stop me,
As I go walking that freedom highway;
Nobody living can ever make me turn back
This land was made for you and me.