Luyện nghe bài hát Mariano

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

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

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

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

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

They around a dying flame and pray for his protection
Their prayers are all but answered by his letters in the
He sends colored figures that he cuts from strips of paper
And all his weekly wages, saving for himself

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