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 from this room

I fix his meals and talk to him in my old broken
He points at things and tells me of things I can't recall
And I just can't but help but wonder who this man is
And if he is gone will he'll remember 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
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 never been the 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 void of
Their hair is black as dreams, their dreams are all but gone
They're ancient as a vision of a sacrificial
An innocent as crying from a being born

They hover around a dying flame and pray for his
Their are all but answered by his letters in the mail
He sends them colored figures 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 that he is safe down there at home in Guanajuato
I worry I read there's revolution every day