Luyện nghe bài hát Guantanamera

Hola! Soy Cruz
Y estoy aqui con Wyclef, celebrando el
Azucar!!
Guantanamera
[Wyclef] We out here in just shining
Guajila, Guantanamera
[Wyclef]
Guan-tana-mera
[Wyclef] Bout to it to you in stereo
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, 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 Wyclef Jean

Yo, I wrote this in Haiti, overlooking
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 girl, to a grown woman
a Virgin, so she sex with no average mahn
Peep the figure, like a caterpillar
Fly like a butterfly, let soul feel her glide
Pac better yet Space Invader
If your name was Chun-Li, be playin Street Fighter
Penny for your thoughts, a for your kiss
A dime if you me that you love me

Hey yo, I'm standin at the bar with a, 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 crecen las palmas
Can I buy you a
[man in] Soy una mujer, sincera
Uh-huh uh-huh
De crecen las palmas
You me
Y de morir, yo quiero
mis versos del alma
Te mama, te quiero!!

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

Verse Lauryn Hill

Yo, she was a rose in Spanish Harlem, mamasita beg pardon
Make stakes at a faster then she fornicates
Pure traits of genius, Goddess of Venus
niggaz angry cause they can't get between us
to no sele-xion, complex-ion
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 down from the 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, was her power
Sweet persona, Flytrap primadonna
Que sera que sera she dinero to dinera

[Wyclef responds to again]

Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, cigar
Guantanamera
Hey yo... I think she's eyein me afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guan-tana-mera...