Luyện nghe bài hát Guantanamera

Hola! Soy Celia
Y estoy aqui con Wyclef, el Carnival
Azucar!!
[singing]
[Wyclef] We out in Miami just shining
Guajila, Guantanamera
[Wyclef]
Guan-tana-mera
[Wyclef] to bring it to you in stereo
Guajila, Guantanamera
Yo soy un hombre
[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, then

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

Verse One: Jean

Yo, I wrote this in Haiti, Cuba
I asked her her name, she said, 'Guantanamera'
Remind me of an old song, my uncle used to play
On his old when he used to be alive
She went from a young girl, to a grown
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 Invader
If your name was Chun-Li, we'd be Street Fighter
Penny for thoughts, a nickel for your kiss
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 me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guan-tana-mera...

[singing in Spanish, with 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 donde las palmas
You me
Y de morir, yo quiero
Cantar mis versos del
Te mama, te quiero!!

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

Verse Two: Lauryn

Yo, she was a in Spanish Harlem, mamasita beg your pardon
stakes at a faster rate then she fornicates
Pure of genius, Goddess of Black Venus
niggaz angry cause they can't get between us
to no sele-xion, smooth
The lexicon of Lexington, parents came Cuba
Part Mexican, pure sweet, dimes to her feet
She Movado, and shook her hips like Delgado
And broke niggaz down from the to Apollo
and some, she took her act sent it to ?demp sum?
And waited while the businessmen come
Call on purpose, got even politicians nervous
And made plans to infiltrate the secret service
gentle 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 me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guan-tana-mera...