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

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

The people and shouted
And they ran a little while
Then stood and
Their hands were restless and

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

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

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

The smell of oil and incense fill the 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 eyelids from the light

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

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

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

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

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

Continue your 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
only tell you, they can show you
And then tomorrow they are

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