Luyện nghe bài hát Red Moon Rising

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

Grandmother's El Salvador, but we all grew up east of LA
Where chili lime just costs a dime and coco water's more plentiful 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 at a red moon rising

I can close my eyes and see the living that sits three thousand miles away
It's the womb where all my cousins grew, the all lined with photos of saints.
Yeah, it's a temple on a cul-de-sac, where and refuge meet.
Muffling out the choir of car so tired 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 when you come of age,
but even in the midst of all 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 at the red moon rising.