Luyện nghe bài hát Centinela

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