Luyện nghe bài hát Guantanamera

Hola! Soy Cruz
Y estoy aqui con Wyclef, celebrando el
Azucar!!
[singing]
[Wyclef] We out here in Miami just
Guajila, Guantanamera
[Wyclef]
Guan-tana-mera
[Wyclef] to bring it to you in stereo
[singing] Guajila,
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 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, overlooking
I asked her what's her name, she said,
Remind me of an old latin song, my uncle 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
Peep the figure, like a caterpillar
Fly like a butterfly, let your feel her glide
Pac Woman better yet Space
If your name was Chun-Li, we'd be playin 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 a, Cuban cigar
Guajila,
Yo, I think she's me from afar
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 joins in] Soy una mujer,
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 standing at the bar a, Cuban cigar
Guajila,
Hey yo John Forte, she's eyeing me far
Guan-tana-mera...
Guan-tana-mera

Verse Two: Lauryn

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

[Wyclef to singing 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...