Luyện nghe bài hát Mariano

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

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

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

He upon a stone in a south-easterly direction
I my charts I know that he is thinking of his home
never been the sort to say I'm in to intuition
But I swear I see the faces of the he calls his own

Their skin is brown as potters clay, their void of expression
Their hair is black as dreams, their dreams are all but gone
They're ancient as a vision of a virgin
Innocent as crying from a baby born

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

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