Luyện nghe bài hát Red Moon Rising

There's from Guanajuato running in grandfather's veins
It fills the belt he bought Michoacán, forever etched into his skin.
And tell 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 El Salvador, but we all grew up east of LA
Where chili lime just costs a dime and coco water's more plentiful rain.
Grandma says I've got a cactus nailed to the top of my head.
But she says not to worry. The Virgin Mary likes me way.

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

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

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

I left that 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 that when you come of age,
but even in the of all this change for me,
I will never forget where I come

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