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
That's two days on a bus from here, a lifetime from room

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

I watch him close he works like a piston in an engine
He only stops to take a and smoke a cigarette
the day is ended, I look outside my window
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 ones he his own

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

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

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