Luyện nghe bài hát Che

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

Through green and dusty they sped 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 only to frighten us with guns, we shall return"

Continue with 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
stood and watched
Their hands were restless and

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

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

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

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

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

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

is no one who can show you
The road you 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 lives, to own your lands

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

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

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