Luyện nghe bài hát Che

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

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

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

The people and shouted
And they ran along a while
Then and watched
Their hands were and empty

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

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

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
on the table lies the body of a man
His face is pale and young, his 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
watch the priest make silent crosses in the air
And pray to God inside hearts for their own souls

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

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

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

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

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

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