Luyện nghe bài hát Centinela

The story starts; it was a late November
She had a flower in her hair; he had his on tight
He patrolled his watch, like else was wrong
She by him with her face as pale as dawn
He into her eyes and saw nothing there
He said, "Excuse me seorita, but I don't believe had the pleasure"
She said "Of course you me; I'm here every year,
But don't you get to close when I'm my dear"
He thought, "How can I not in love with that,
A pretty women with an attitude to match"
He reached for her hand, and she impressed,
She wanted to do with his gentle caress.
you dance with me tonight?
Hold my hand under the
All we have is just
Until my just blow away.
And this happened year ..
Every like clockwork.
But let me first how it really began.
About ten from exactly this date
A young man was sent to fight in a far off place
La had to say goodbye,
Had to leave his home and his lover's pretty
It broke her and she wanted him to stay
But not even her hands could persuade him another way.
He was gone for seemed to be years,
And his beautiful lover everyday with tears.
November 1st was the time she cried
Thinking he'd be home but all she heard was that he'd died.
She was told he was a brave man
But it was news his young lover just, she couldn't understand.
So she her sorrow and her soul,
The only way she how
By herself into the well.
She thought together, they'd be in the afterlife.
Won't you dance me tonight?
my hand under the moonlight
All we have is today
Until my bones blow away.
But what she didn't know, is that she had heard
The young man did return, only to that she had fallen
Her untimely death meant that they were now alone
Never to dance together again or see how old that had grown
The next day he placed flowers by the
Burned candles in the evening wishing been the one that fell
He knew seeing her, wouldn't happen with tears
So he decided to wait for her, like she had done for all those
November 2nd this point on
He sure he patrolled until the break of dawn
So they could together, for just this one day,
Holding hands with his calavera on El Dia de la
Won't you dance me tonight?
Hold my hand under the
All we have is just
Until my bones blow away.