Luyện nghe bài hát Che

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

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

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

The smiled and shouted
And ran along a little while
Then and watched
Their hands were restless and

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

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

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

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

Continue with your
Continue your talk
You have it in your
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

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

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

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