Luyện nghe bài hát Mariano

The man outside he for me, his name is Mariano
He and trims the grass for me he makes the flowers bloom
He says that he from a place not far from Guanajuato
That's 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 things and tells me names of things I can't
And sometimes I just can't but help but wonder who man is
And if when he is gone will he'll me at all

I watch him close he works just like a in an engine
He stops to take a drink and smoke a cigarette
When the day is ended, I look my window
on the horizon, Mariano's silhouette

He sits a stone in a south-easterly direction
I know my I know that he is thinking of his home
I've never been the sort to say I'm in to
But I I see the faces of the ones he calls his own

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

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

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