Luyện nghe bài hát Che

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

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

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

The people smiled and
And they ran along a little
stood and watched
Their hands were and empty

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

Continue with your
Continue with your
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, they can you
And then tomorrow 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 and curled
Pennies hold his from the evening light

People the village those who knew him, those who killed him
inside the door, their hands are restless and empty
They watch the priest make crosses in the air
And pray to God inside 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 road you be on
They only tell you, can show you
And then they are gone

Continue with 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 tomorrow they are gone

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

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