Luyện nghe bài hát Che

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

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

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

The people and shouted
And ran along a little while
stood and watched
Their hands were restless and

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

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

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

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

People from the village who knew 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 their hearts for their own

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

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

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

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

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