Luyện nghe bài hát Mariano

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

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

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

He sits upon a stone in a south-easterly
I know my charts I know that he is 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 skin is 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 born

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

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