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 says that he comes from a place not far Guanajuato
That's two on a bus from here, a lifetime from this room

I fix his meals and talk to him in my old Spanish
He points at and tells 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 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, silhouette

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

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

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

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