Luyện nghe bài hát Che

One morning in Bolivia, the leader of the
And two of his
Were forced to 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 tried to us with guns, we shall return"

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

The smiled and shouted
And ran along a little while
stood and watched
Their were restless and empty

The body of was in the jeep
That they blew up before it reached the
The priest was to bless him
For there was of him remaining in the afternoon

Continue with work
with your talk
You have it in hands
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 they are gone

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

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

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

There is no one who can you
The road you 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 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 tomorrow they are gone

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