Luyện nghe bài hát Che

One morning in Bolivia, the leader of the
And two of his
forced to flee the mountains for their lives

Through green and dusty villages they sped along the little
The peasants and shouted as they hurried by
Jesus out to every one, "Don't think that we are leaving
They only to frighten us with guns, we shall return"

with your work
Continue with your
You have it in hands
To own lives, to own your lands

The people smiled and
And they ran a little while
Then and watched
hands were restless and empty

The of Jesus was in the jeep
they blew up before it reached the plane
The priest was proud to him
For there was of him remaining in the afternoon

Continue with your
Continue your talk
You it in your hands
To own your lives, to own your

is no one who can show you
The road you be on
They only tell you, can show you
And then they are gone

The smell of oil and incense fill the in this adobe hut
on the table lies the body of a man
His face is and young, his beard is dark and curled
Pennies hold his eyelids the evening light

from the village those who knew him, those who killed him
Stand inside the door, their hands are and empty
They watch the priest make crosses in the air
And pray to God inside their hearts for own souls

with your work
Continue with your
You have it in your
To own lives, to own your lands

There is no one who can you
The road you be on
They only tell you, they can you
And then they are gone

with your work
Continue with talk
You have it in hands
To own your lives, to own lands

is no one who can show you
The you should be on
They only you, they can show you
And then tomorrow are gone

Continue with work
Continue with your
You have it in your
To own lives, to own your lands

is no one who can show you
The you should be on
They tell you, they can show you
And then tomorrow they are

Continue your work
Continue your talk
You have it in your
To own lives, to own your lands