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 days on a bus from here, a from this room.

I fix his and talk to him in my old broken spanish
He points at and tells 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 stops to take a drink and smoke a cigarette
When the day is ended, I outside my window
on the horizon, Mariano's silhouette

He sits a stone in a south-easterly direction
I my charts I know that he is thinking of his home
I've 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, eyes void of expression
Their hair is black as widow's dreams, their dreams are all but
They're ancient as a vision of a sacrificial
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 strips of paper
And all his wages, saving nothing for himself

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