Luyện nghe bài hát Che

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

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

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

The smiled and shouted
And they ran along a while
stood and watched
Their hands restless and empty

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Continue your work
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 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