Luyện nghe bài hát Che

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

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

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

The people smiled and
And they ran along a little
stood and watched
Their hands were restless and

The body of Jesus was in the
That blew up before it reached the plane
The priest was proud to him
For what there was of him in the afternoon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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