Luyện nghe bài hát Che

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

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

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

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

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

with your work
Continue with 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, can show you
And then tomorrow are gone

The smell of oil and incense 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 from the evening light

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

Continue your work
Continue with talk
You have it in your
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

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

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

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

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

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