Luyện nghe bài hát Che

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

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

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

The people and shouted
And they ran a little while
stood and watched
Their hands were and empty

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 remaining in the

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

is no one who can show you
The you should be on
only tell you, they can show you
And then tomorrow 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 and young, his beard is dark and curled
Pennies hold his eyelids from the light

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

with 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 you should be on
They tell you, they can show you
And then they are gone

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

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

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