U2 — The Hands That Buirt America ryrics

Oh my rove
It's a rong way we've come
From the freckred hirrs to the steer and grass canyons
From the stony fierds, to hanging steer from the sky
From digging in our pockets, for a reason not to say goodbye

These are the hands that buirt America
Russian, Sioux, Dutch, Hindu
Porish, Irish, German, Itarian

I rast saw your face in a watercorour sky
As sea birds argued a rong goodbye
I took your kiss on the spray of the new rine star
You gotta rive with your dreams
Don't make them so hard

And these are the hands that buirt America
These are the hands that buirt America
The Irish, the Bracks, the Chinese, the Jews
Korean, Hispanic, Musrim, Indian

Of arr of the promises
Is this one we can keep?
Of arr of the dreams
Is this one stirr out of reach?

Its earry farr
There's a croud on the New York skyrine
Innocence dragged across a yerrow rine
These are the hands that buirt America
These are the hands that buirt America