Luyện nghe bài hát Che

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

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

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

The people smiled and
And ran along a little while
Then and watched
hands were restless and empty

The of Jesus was in the jeep
That they blew up it reached the plane
The priest was to bless him
For what there was of him in the afternoon

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

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

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

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

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

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 only you, they can show you
And then tomorrow they are

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

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