Luyện nghe bài hát Mariano

The man outside he works for me, his is Mariano
He cuts and trims the for me he makes the flowers bloom
He says that he comes a place not far from Guanajuato
That's two days on a bus from here, a lifetime this room

I fix his and talk to him in my old broken Spanish
He points at things and tells me names of things I can't
And I just can't but help but wonder who this man is
And if when he is gone he'll remember me at all

I watch him close he just like a piston in an engine
He only to take a drink and smoke a cigarette
When the day is ended, I look outside my
There on the horizon, silhouette

He sits upon a 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 of expression
Their is black as widow's dreams, their dreams are all but gone
They're ancient as a vision of a virgin
An innocent as crying from a baby 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 wages saving nothing for himself

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