Luyện nghe bài hát Guantanamera

Hola! Soy Celia
Y aqui con Wyclef, celebrando el Carnival
Azucar!!
[singing]
[Wyclef] We out here in Miami just
Guajila, Guantanamera
[Wyclef]
[singing]
[Wyclef] Bout to bring it to you in
Guajila, Guantanamera
Yo soy un hombre
[Wyclef] was then, this 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, then

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

Verse Wyclef Jean

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

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

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

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

Verse Lauryn Hill

Yo, she was a rose in Spanish Harlem, mamasita beg your
stakes at a faster rate then she fornicates
Pure of genius, Goddess of Black Venus
Crab niggaz angry cause they can't get us
to no sele-xion, smooth
The lexicon of Lexington, parents came Cuba
Part Mexican, sweet, dimes fell to her feet
She Movado, and shook her hips like Delgado
And broke niggaz from the Grounds to Apollo
and then some, she took her act sent it to ?demp
And patiently while the businessmen come
Call late on purpose, got even politicians
And plans to infiltrate the street secret service
This flower, fertility was her power
Sweet persona, Venus Flytrap
Que sera que sera she turned dinero to

[Wyclef responds to again]

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