Luyện nghe bài hát Guantanamera

Hola! Soy Cruz
Y aqui con Wyclef, celebrando el Carnival
Azucar!!
Guantanamera
[Wyclef] We out here in just shining
[singing] Guajila,
[Wyclef]
[singing]
[Wyclef] Bout to it to you in stereo
Guajila, Guantanamera
Yo soy un sincero
[Wyclef] That was then, is now
to the Carnival, the arrival... c'mon!

[Wyclef
Harlem! Oahh-eee-ohh!
Boogie Bronx! Oahh-eee-ohh!
Manhattan! Oahh-eee-ohh!
to Staten! Oahh-eee-ohh!

[Wyclef sings, raps]

Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban
Guajila,
Hey, yo, I she's eyeing me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guan-tana-mera...

Verse One: Jean

Yo, I this in Haiti, overlooking Cuba
I asked her her name, she said, 'Guantanamera'
Remind me of an old song, my uncle used to play
On his old forty-five when he used to be
She went from a young girl, to a grown
Like a Virgin, so she sex with no average
Peep the figure, move a caterpillar
Fly a butterfly, let your soul feel her glide
Pac Woman better yet Invader
If name was Chun-Li, we'd be playin Street Fighter
Penny for your thoughts, a nickel for your
A dime if you tell me you love me

Hey yo, I'm standin at the bar with a, Cuban
Guajila,
Yo, I think she's eyeing me afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guan-tana-mera...

[singing in Spanish, with Wyclef
Soy una mujer,
Do you English?
De donde crecen las
Can I buy you a
[man joins in] Soy una mujer,
Uh-huh uh-huh
De donde las palmas
You me
Y antes de morir, yo
Cantar mis del alma
Te mama, te quiero!!

Aiyyo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban
Guajila,
Hey yo John Forte, she's eyeing me far
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila

Two: Lauryn Hill

Yo, she was a rose in Spanish Harlem, mamasita beg your
Make stakes at a faster then she fornicates
Pure traits of genius, Goddess of Venus
Crab niggaz cause they can't get between us
to no sele-xion, complex-ion
The lexicon of Lexington, came from Cuba
Mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to her feet
She Movado, and shook her hips like Delgado
And broke down from the Grounds to Apollo
and then some, she took her act it to ?demp sum?
And waited patiently while the come
Call late on purpose, got even politicians
And made to infiltrate the street secret service
This gentle flower, fertility was her
Sweet persona, Venus primadonna
Que sera que she turned dinero to dinera

[Wyclef responds to singing

Hey yo I'm at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
Guajila
Hey yo... I she's eyein me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guan-tana-mera...