Luyện nghe bài hát Centinela

The story starts; it was a November night
She had a flower in her he had his uniform on tight
He patrolled his watch, like nothing else was
She danced by him her face as pale as dawn
He looked into her and saw nothing there
He said, "Excuse me seorita, but I believe we've had the pleasure"
She said "Of course you know me; I'm 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 little women with an attitude to match"
He reached for her hand, and she impressed,
She little to do with his gentle caress.
Won't you dance me tonight?
Hold my hand the moonlight
All we is just today
Until my just blow away.
And this every year ..
year like clockwork.
But let me first how it really began.
About ten years exactly this date
A young man was away 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 heart and she him to stay
But not even her gentle hands could him another way.
He was gone for seemed to be years,
And his beautiful lover counted everyday tears.
1st was the last time she cried
Thinking he'd be coming home but all she heard was he'd died.
She was he was a brave young man
But it was news his young just, she just couldn't understand.
So she her sorrow and her soul,
The way she knew how
By throwing herself the well.
She thought together, be together in the afterlife.
Won't you with me tonight?
Hold my hand the moonlight
All we is just today
my bones just blow away.
But she didn't know, is that she had heard wrong
The young man did return, only to find that she had
Her death meant that they were now both alone
to dance together again or see how old that they had grown
The next day he flowers by the well
candles in the evening wishing he'd been the one that fell
He seeing her, wouldn't happen with just tears
So he decided to wait for her, she had done for all those years
November 2nd from point on
He made sure he patrolled until the break of
So they could dance together, for 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 today
my bones just blow away.