Luyện nghe bài hát Che

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

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

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

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

The body of was in the jeep
they blew up before it reached the plane
The priest was to bless him
For what there was of him remaining in the

Continue with work
Continue with talk
You have it in 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 tomorrow they are gone

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

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

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

There is no one who can you
The you should be on
They only tell you, can show 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 they are

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

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

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