Luyện nghe bài hát Mariano

The man he works for me, his name is Mariano
He cuts and trims the grass for me he 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 names of things I can't
And sometimes I can't but help but wonder who this man is
And if he is gone will he'll remember me at all

I watch him close he works like a piston in an engine
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 sits upon a stone in a direction
I know my I know that he is thinking of his home
I've been the sort to say I'm in to intuition
But I swear I see the faces of the he calls his own

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

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

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