Luyện nghe bài hát Red Moon Rising

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

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

I can close my eyes and see the living room that sits three thousand miles
It's the womb where all my cousins grew, the paneling all lined with 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, a red moon rising.
Oh, I know. In me, a coyote's at the red moon rising.

When I that place,
I felt as my accent didn't 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 happens you come of age,
but in the midst of all this change for me,
I will never where I come from

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