His hammer brought him change to feed his kids And buy his wife a single rose every year But the rose was not enough To keep her love around She left him for a man of higher class and took The kids in spite of all of his tears Never to return But her story soon hed learn And all was well in paradise She thought shed make the finest wife For her new man The children proved a burden to the man shed left Her old life in shambles for So she took them to the river But the young ones didnt float, no Disgust met her actions, her new life was turned to Ashes right before her eyes So she searched for all shed lost at the end of a rope La llorona, La llorona La llorona, La llorona And their father, soon caught wind Of the tragedy caused by their mothers sin He traded in his hammer for supplies and headed out into the cover of night Hunting la llorona to send her straight to hell And if you listen closely while the moon sits high and ghostly, yes her cries you will hear But theyre not of love or passion Theyre cries of fear Of the hunter The scorned lover Of the pursuer El cazador De la llorona
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