🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Kenji - Fort Minor

 My father came from  in 1905
 He was 15 when he immigrated from 
 He worked until he  able to buy - to actually build a store
 
 Let me tell  the story in the form of a dream,
 I don't know why I have  tell it but I know what it means,
 Close your eyes, just picture the 
 As I paint it for  it was World War II,
  this man named Kenji woke up,
 Ken  not a soldier,
 He was just a man with a family  owned a store in LA,
 That day, he crawled out of bed  he always did,
 Bacon and eggs with wife  kids,
 He  on the second floor of a little store he ran,
 He moved  LA from Japan,
 They called him 
 In Japanese, he'd say  was called "Issei,"
 That meant  Generation In The United States,'
 When  was afraid of the Germans, afraid of the Japs,
 But most of all afraid of a homeland 
 And that morning when Ken went out on the 
  world went black 'cause,
 Right there; front page 
 Three  before 1942,
 "Pearl Harbour's Been Bombed And The  Are Comin'"
 Pictures of soldiers  and runnin',
 Ken knew what it would lead 
 Just like he  the President said,
 "The  Japanese in our home country will be locked away,"
 They gave Ken, a  of days,
 To get his whole life packed  two bags,
 Just  bags, couldn't even pack his clothes,
 Some folks didn't even have a suitcase,  pack anything in,
 So two trash  is all they gave them,
 When the kids asked mom "Where are  goin'?"
 Nobody even knew  to say to them,
 Ken didn't wanna lie, he said "The US  lookin' for spies,
 So we have to live  a place called Manzanar,
  a lot of Japanese people are,"
 Stop it don't  at the gunmen,
 You don't  get the soldiers wonderin',
 If you gonna run  not,
 'Cause if you run  you might get shot,
 Other  that try not to think about it,
 Try not to worry 'bout  bein' so crowded,
 Someday we'll get out, someday, 
 
 As soon as war  out
 The F.B.I. came and  just come to the house and
 "You have to 
  the Japanese have to go"
 They took  Lee
  didn't understand
  did they have to take him?
  he's an laborer laborer
 
 So now they're in a town  soldiers surroundin' them,
 Every day, every night look down  them,
 From watch towers  on the wall,
 Ken couldn't really  them at all;
  were just doin' their job and,
 He wasn't  make any problems,
  had a little garden with vegetables and fruits that,
 He gave  the troops in a basket his wife made,
 But in the back  his mind, he wanted his families life saved,
 Prisoners of  in their own damn country,
 What for?
 Time passed in the prison 
 He wanted them  live it down when they were free,
 The only way  was joinin' the army,
 And supposedly, some men went  for the army, signed on,
 And ended up flyin' to Japan with  bomb,
 That 15 kilotonne blast, put an end to the  pretty fast,
 Two  were blown to bits; the end of the war came quick,
 Ken got out, big hopes of a normal life, with his kids and his 
 But, when they got back to their 
 What they  made them feel so alone,
 These people had trashed every 
 Smashed in  windows and bashed in the doors,
 Written on the walls  the floor,
 "Japs not welcome 
 And Kenji dropped both  his bags at his sides and just stood outside,
 He, looked at his wife  words to say,
 She looked back at him wiping tears 
  said "Someday we'll be okay, someday,"
 Now  names have been changed, but the story's true,
  family was locked up back in '42,
 My  was there it was dark and damp,
  they called it an internment camp
 
 When we first  back from camp... uhh
 It was... pretty...  bad
 
 I, I remember my husband 
 "Are we gonna stay  last?"
 Then my husband died  they close the camp.