Luyện nghe bài hát Mariano

The man outside he works for me, his name is
He cuts and trims the for me he makes the flowers bloom
He says that he comes from a place not far Guanajuato
That's two days on a bus from here, a lifetime 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 sometimes I just can't but help but who this man is
And if when he is gone will remember me at all

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

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

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

They hover around a dying 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 for himself

It's been a while I have seen the face of Mariano
The border guards 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