Luyện nghe bài hát Mariano

The man outside he works for me, his name is
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 talk to him in my old Spanish
He points at things and tells me names of I can't recall
And sometimes I just but help but wonder who this man is
And if he is gone will he'll remember me at all

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

He sits a stone in a south-easterly direction
I know my charts I 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 void of expression
Their hair is black as widow's dreams, their are all but gone
They're as a vision of a sacrificial virgin
An as crying from a baby being born

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

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