Luyện nghe bài hát Red Moon Rising

There's from Guanajuato running in grandfather's veins
It fills the belt he bought from Michoacán, forever into his skin.
And they me that the same blood is running all around inside me
and I believe it. I it. My blood speaks Spanish to me.

Grandmother's from El Salvador, but we all up east of LA
Where chili lime just costs a dime and water's more plentiful than rain.
Grandma I've got a cactus stem nailed to the top of my head.
But she not to worry. The Virgin Mary likes me that way.

Oh, I know. In me, there's a red rising.
Oh, I know. In me, a coyote's smiling at a red moon

I can close my eyes and see the living room that three thousand miles away
the womb where all my cousins grew, the paneling all lined with photos of saints.
Yeah, it's a temple on a cul-de-sac, where and refuge meet.
Muffling out the choir of car alarms so little children can sleep.

Oh, I know. In me, there's a red rising.
Oh, I know. In me, a coyote's smiling at the red rising.

When I left place,
I felt as though my accent sound the same and that I'd never get it back.
I have a new part to play. It's the sort of thing happens when you come of age,
but even in the midst of all change for me,
I will never forget where I from

I know. In me, there's a red rising.
Oh I know. In me, a coyote's smiling at the red rising.