Luyện nghe bài hát Red Moon Rising

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

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

Oh, I know. In me, a red moon 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 sits three miles away
It's the womb where all my cousins grew, the paneling all lined photos of saints.
Yeah, it's a temple on a cul-de-sac, 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 smiling 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 to play. It's the sort of thing that happens when you come of age,
but in the midst of all this change for me,
I will forget where I come from

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