Luyện nghe bài hát Mariano

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

I fix his meals and talk to him in my old Spanish
He points at things and tells me of things I can't recall
And I just 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 a piston in an engine
He stops to take a drink and smoke a cigarette
the day is ended, I look outside my window
There on the horizon, Mariano's

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 to say I'm in to intuition
But I I see the faces of the ones he calls his own

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

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

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 down at home in Guanajuato
I worry I read there's revolution every day