Luyện nghe bài hát Mariano

The man outside he works for me, his name is
He cuts and trims the grass for me he makes the flowers
He that he comes from a place not far from Guanajuato
That's two days on a bus from here, a lifetime from room

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

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

He upon a stone in a south-easterly direction
I know my 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, their eyes of expression
Their hair is as widow's dreams, their dreams are all but gone
They're ancient as a vision of a virgin
An innocent as crying from a baby being

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

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