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

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

The people and shouted
And they ran along a little
Then and watched
Their were restless and empty

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

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

The smell of oil and incense fill the room in adobe hut
Where on the 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 him, those who killed him
Stand the door, their hands are restless and empty
They watch the priest make silent in the air
And pray to God inside hearts for their own souls

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

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

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

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