Luyện nghe bài hát Mariano

The man outside he works for me, his name is
He cuts and trims the grass for me he makes the flowers
He says that he comes from a not far from Guanajuato
That's two days on a bus from here, a lifetime this room

I fix his meals and to him in my old broken Spanish
He points at things and tells me names of things I recall
And sometimes I just but help but wonder who this man is
And if he is gone will he'll remember me at all

I him close he works just like a piston in an engine
He only stops to take a and smoke a cigarette
When the day is ended, I look outside my
There on the horizon, silhouette

He sits upon a in a south-easterly direction
I know my charts I know he is thinking of his home
I've never been the sort to say I'm in to
But I I see the faces of the ones he calls his own

Their skin is brown as potters clay, their void of expression
Their hair is as widow's dreams, their dreams are all but gone
They're ancient as a of a sacrificial virgin
An innocent as crying a baby being born

They around a dying flame and pray for his protection
Their prayers are all but by his letters in the mail
He sends them colored figures that he cuts from of paper
And all his weekly wages saving nothing for

It's been a while since I have seen the of Mariano
The border they came one day and took him far away
I hope that he is safe down there at home in
I worry though I there's revolution every day