Luyện nghe bài hát Che

One in Bolivia, the leader of the partisans
And two of his
Were forced to flee the mountains for lives

Through and dusty villages they sped along the little roads
The smiled and shouted as they hurried by
called out to every one, "Don't think that we are leaving
They tried to frighten us with guns, we shall return"

Continue with work
Continue with your
You have it in your
To own lives, to own your lands

The people smiled and
And they ran along a while
stood and watched
Their hands were and empty

The of Jesus was in the jeep
That they blew up before it reached the
The was proud to bless him
For what there was of him remaining in the

Continue with your
Continue your talk
You it in your hands
To own lives, to own your lands

is no one who can show you
The you should be on
They only tell you, can show you
And then tomorrow they are

The of oil and incense fill the room in this adobe hut
on the table lies the body of a man
His is pale and young, his beard is dark and curled
Pennies hold his from the evening light

People from the village those who knew him, those who him
Stand inside the door, their hands are restless and
They watch the make silent crosses in the air
And pray to God their hearts for their own souls

Continue with your
Continue your talk
You have it in hands
To own your lives, to own your

is no one who can show you
The road you be on
They only tell you, they can you
And then they are gone

with your work
Continue with your
You it in your hands
To own lives, to own your lands

is no one who can show you
The you should be on
only tell you, they can show you
And then they are gone

with your work
Continue with talk
You have it in hands
To own your lives, to own your

There is no one who can you
The road you be on
They only tell you, can show you
And tomorrow they are gone

with your work
Continue with talk
You have it in your
To own lives, to own your lands