Luyện nghe bài hát Centinela

The starts; it was a late November night
She had a flower in her hair; he had his uniform on
He patrolled his watch, like else was wrong
She danced by him with her face as as dawn
He looked into her eyes and saw there
He said, "Excuse me seorita, but I believe we've had the pleasure"
She "Of course you know me; I'm here every year,
But don't you get to close 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 wanted little to do his gentle caress.
you dance with me tonight?
Hold my hand the moonlight
All we have is today
Until my bones just away.
And happened every year ..
Every year 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 and his lover's pretty eyes
It her heart and she wanted him to stay
But not even her gentle hands could persuade him way.
He was gone for what to be years,
And his beautiful counted everyday with tears.
November 1st was the last time she
Thinking he'd be coming home but all she heard was that 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 way she knew how
By herself into the well.
She thought together, they'd be in the afterlife.
Won't you dance with me
Hold my hand under the
All we have is just
my bones just blow away.
But she didn't know, is that she had heard wrong
The man did return, only to find that she had fallen
Her untimely meant that they were now both alone
Never to dance together again or see how old that they had
The next day he flowers by the well
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, she had done for all those years
November 2nd from this on
He made sure he until the break of dawn
So could dance together, for just this one day,
Holding hands with his calavera on El Dia de la
Won't you with me tonight?
Hold my hand the moonlight
All we have is just
my bones just blow away.