🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Kenji - Fort Minor

 My father came from Japan  1905
 He was 15  he immigrated from Japan
 He worked until he  able to buy - to actually build a store
 
 Let me tell you the story in  form of a dream,
 I don't know why I  to tell it but I know what it means,
  your eyes, just picture the scene,
 As I paint it for you, it was World  II,
 When  man named Kenji woke up,
 Ken was not a 
 He was just a man with a family  owned a store in LA,
 That day, he  out of bed like he always did,
 Bacon and  with wife and kids,
 He lived on the second floor of  little store he ran,
 He moved to LA  Japan,
 They  him 'Immigrant,'
  Japanese, he'd say he was called "Issei,"
  meant 'First Generation In The United States,'
 When everyone was afraid of the  afraid of the Japs,
 But most of all afraid of a homeland 
 And that morning when  went out on the doormat,
 His world went  'cause,
  there; front page news,
  weeks before 1942,
 "Pearl  Been Bombed And The Japs Are Comin'"
  of soldiers dyin' and runnin',
 Ken knew what it would lead 
 Just  he guessed, the President said,
 "The evil Japanese in our home country will be  away,"
  gave Ken, a couple of days,
 To get  whole life packed in two bags,
 Just two bags, couldn't even pack  clothes,
 Some  didn't even have a suitcase, to pack anything in,
 So two trash bags  all they gave them,
 When the kids  mom "Where are we goin'?"
 Nobody even  what to say to them,
 Ken didn't wanna lie, he said "The  is lookin' for spies,
 So we  to live in a place called Manzanar,
 Where a lot of  people are,"
 Stop it  look at the gunmen,
  don't wanna get the soldiers wonderin',
 If you gonna  or not,
  if you run then you might get shot,
 Other than that try  to think about it,
 Try not to worry  it; bein' so crowded,
 Someday we'll get  someday, someday.
 
 As soon as war  out
 The F.B.I. came and they just come to  house and
 "You have  come"
 "All  Japanese have to go"
  took Mr. Lee
 People  understand
 Why did they have to take 
 Because  an laborer laborer
 
 So now they're in a  with soldiers surroundin' them,
 Every day,  night look down at them,
 From  towers up on the wall,
 Ken couldn't  hate them at all;
 They  just doin' their job and,
 He wasn't gonna  any problems,
 He  a little garden with vegetables and fruits that,
  gave to the troops in a basket his wife made,
 But in the back of his mind, he wanted  families life saved,
 Prisoners of war  their own damn country,
 What for?
 Time passed in the  town,
 He wanted them  live it down when they were free,
 The only way  was joinin' the army,
 And supposedly, some  went out for the army, signed on,
 And ended up flyin' to Japan  a bomb,
 That 15 kilotonne blast,  an end to the war pretty fast,
 Two cities were blown  bits; the end of the war came quick,
 Ken got out, big hopes of a normal life,  his kids and his wife,
 But, when  got back to their home,
 What they saw made  feel so alone,
 These people had trashed  room,
 Smashed  the windows and bashed in the doors,
 Written  the walls and the floor,
 "Japs not  anymore."
 And  dropped both of his bags at his sides and just stood outside,
 He, looked at his wife without words to 
 She  back at him wiping tears away,
 And, said "Someday we'll be  someday,"
 Now the names have been changed, but  story's true,
 My family was locked up  in '42,
 My family  there it was dark and damp,
  they called it an internment camp
 
 When we first  back from camp... uhh
 It  pretty... pretty bad
 
 I, I  my husband said
  we gonna stay 'til last?"
 Then my husband died before  close the camp.