Luyện nghe bài hát Mariano

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

I fix his meals and talk to him in my old broken
He points at things and me names of things I can't recall
And sometimes I just 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 works just like a piston in an
He only stops to take a drink and smoke a
When the day is ended, I look my window
There on the horizon, silhouette

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 I see the faces of the ones he calls his own

Their is brown as potters clay, their eyes void of expression
Their hair is black as widow's dreams, dreams are all but gone
ancient as a vision of a sacrificial virgin
An innocent as crying from a baby being

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

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