Bruce Springsteen - The Aztec Dance (Official Audio)

Official Video for "The Aztec Dance" by Bruce Springsteen Listen to Bruce Springsteen: https://BruceSpringsteen.lnk.to/listenYD Subscribe to the official Bruce Springsteen YouTube channel: https://BruceSpringsteen.lnk.to/subsc... Watch more Bruce Springsteen videos: https://BruceSpringsteen.lnk.to/liste... Follow Bruce Springsteen: Facebook: https://BruceSpringsteen.lnk.to/followFI Instagram: https://BruceSpringsteen.lnk.to/followII Twitter: https://BruceSpringsteen.lnk.to/followTI Website: https://BruceSpringsteen.lnk.to/followWI Spotify: https://BruceSpringsteen.lnk.to/followSI YouTube: https://BruceSpringsteen.lnk.to/subsc... #TheAztecDance #TheAztecDanceOfficialAudio #TheAztecDanceOfficialVideo #TheAztecDanceOfficialLyricVideo #BruceSpringsteenOfficialAudio #BruceSpringsteenOfficialVideo Lyrics: The boys they hold their machetes high The girls in their satin dresses, they go twirling by From the San Juan River ‘cross the desert sand Teresa moves in the Aztec dance From the foothills of the Sierra Madre To the high school gym in San Jose She stomps her feet as her ma watches from the stands Teresa twirls in the Aztec dance Past the pizza hut, past the mall rats, she says “Ma they call us greaser, they call us wetback Here in this land that once was ours” Teresa’s mother bobby pins her hair in a crown of flowers Her mother says “Teresa, there were roses, fruit trees and azure skies Tenochtitlan with great temples of stone Indian women with your skin and your eyes Gardens richer than those of Babylon.” “Cross the causeway of Lake Texcoco Montezuma met Cortez in sandals with soles of gold One in steel, one in the plumes of the quetzal bird They came wearing the masks of the gods they served.” “From castles that rend the waters and scarred the skies Cortez came with the curse of fortune and faith in his eyes They marched ‘cross savannas of maize and high desert plains Quetzalcoatl come to put the lord of our world in chains.” “With their cannon and horses ‘cross the causeways their cavalry charged Like fields of locust feasting on a thousand brave warriors hearts Our blood turned red, the waters of Texcoco cold The Spanish soldiers drowned ‘neath the weight of the gold they stole.” “Montezuma and Cuauhtémoc are in their graves And our people of the valley of Mexico, well, they were enslaved Our city gone and left in ruins, they cry bitter tears in another world But here in this world, my daughter, they have you.” The boys they hold their machetes high As the girls in their satin dresses, they go twirling by