Luyện nghe bài hát Mariano

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

I fix his meals and talk to him in my old broken
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 when he is gone will he'll 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
the day is ended, I look outside my window
There on the horizon, Mariano's

He sits upon a in a south-easterly direction
I know my charts I that he is thinking of his home
I've never been the sort to say I'm in to
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, dreams are all but gone
They're ancient as a vision of a virgin
Innocent as crying from a being born

hover around a dying flame and pray for his protection
Their are all but answered 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 border guards came one day and took him far away
I that he is safe down there at home in Guanajuato
I worry though I read revolution every day