Luyện nghe bài hát Mariano

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

I fix his meals and to him in my old broken 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 when he is gone will he'll me at all

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

He sits upon a stone in a direction
I know my charts I know that he is of his home
I've never been the sort to say I'm in to
But I swear I see the faces of the he calls his own

Their skin is brown as clay, their eyes void of expression
Their 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 being born

They hover around a dying and pray for his protection
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 wages saving nothing for

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