Immigrant Hands کے بول

The boats are unsteady, they rattle their sails The bows scrape the seabed like cracked fingernails Foreign flags like gulls in the sky The Manhattan morning is coming to life Together we stand On an island of foreign land Built by Immigrant Hands Some came by will, others by force Shackled and shamed under immigrant laws Some leave by will, others are forced But Immigrants laid down the streets of New York Together we stand On an island of foreign land Built by Immigrant Hands The trains are unsteady, they rattle their rails The sun touches rooftops like fingers on brail Taxicabs fly like bees in a hive, The Manhattan morning is coming to life. Together we stand On an island of foreign land Built by Immigrant Hands