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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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