Luyện nghe bài hát Mariano

The man outside he works for me, his name is
He and trims the grass for me he makes the flowers bloom
He says that he comes from a place not far from
Thats two days on a bus from here, a lifetime from room.

I fix his meals and talk to him in my old spanish
He points at things and tells me of things I can't recall
Sometimes I just can't but but wonder who this man is
And if when he is will he'll remember me at all

I watch him close he works just like a in an engine
He only to take a drink and smoke a cigarette
When the day is ended, I outside my window
There on the horizon, silhouette

He sits upon a stone in a direction
I know my charts I know that he is thinking of his
I've never been the to say I'm in to intuition
But I swear I see the of the ones he calls his own

Their skin is brown as potters clay, their eyes void of
Their hair is black as widow's dreams, their are all but gone
They're as a vision of a sacrificial virgin
as crying from a baby being born

They around a dying flame and pray for his protection
prayers are all but answered by his letters in the mail
He sends them figures that he cuts from strips of paper
And all his weekly wages, saving nothing for

It's been a while since I have the face of Mariano
The border guards they one day and took him far away
I hope that he is safe down there at home in
I worry though I read there's every day