Luyện nghe bài hát Mariano

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

I fix his and talk to him in my old broken spanish
He points at things and 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 him close he works just like a piston in an engine
He only stops to take a drink and a cigarette
When the day is ended, I outside my window
on the horizon, Mariano's silhouette

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

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

They hover a dying flame and pray for his protection
prayers are all but answered by his letters in the mail
He sends them colored figures that he cuts 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 came one day and took him far
I hope that he is safe down at home in Guanajuato
I worry though I read revolution every day