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, nothing 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 believe we've had the pleasure"
She said "Of course you 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 with that,
A pretty little women an attitude to match"
He reached for her hand, and she impressed,
She little to do with his gentle caress.
you dance with me tonight?
Hold my hand under the
All we have is just
Until my bones blow away.
And this happened every ..
Every like clockwork.
But let me first tell how it began.
About ten years 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 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 lover counted everyday with tears.
November 1st was the time she cried
Thinking be coming home but all she heard was that he'd died.
She was told he was a young man
But it was his young lover just, she just couldn't understand.
So she drowned her and her soul,
The way she knew how
By throwing herself the well.
She thought together, be together in the afterlife.
Won't you dance with me
my hand under the moonlight
All we have is today
Until my bones just away.
But what she didn't know, is that she had wrong
The young man did return, only to that she had fallen
Her death meant that they were now both alone
Never to dance together or see how old that they had grown
The next day he placed flowers by the
Burned candles in the evening wishing he'd been the one fell
He knew her, wouldn't happen with just tears
So he to wait for her, like she had done for all those years
November 2nd from this on
He made he patrolled until the break of dawn
So they dance together, for just this one day,
Holding hands with his on El Dia de la muerte
Won't you with me tonight?
my hand under the moonlight
All we have is just
Until my bones just away.