Luyện nghe bài hát Che

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

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

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

The smiled and shouted
And they ran along a little
stood and watched
Their hands restless and empty

The body of Jesus was in the
they blew up before it reached the plane
The was proud to bless him
For there was of him remaining in the afternoon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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