Luyện nghe bài hát Mariano

The man outside he works for me, his name is
He cuts and trims the for me he makes the flowers bloom
He that he comes from 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 and tells me names of things I can't recall
Sometimes I just can't but help but wonder who man is
And if when he is gone will remember me at all

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

He sits upon a stone in a direction
I know my charts I know that he is of his home
I've never been the 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, eyes void of expression
Their is black as widow's dreams, their dreams are all but gone
They're ancient as a of a sacrificial virgin
Innocent as crying from a baby born

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

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