Luyện nghe bài hát Guantanamera

Hola! Soy Cruz
Y estoy aqui con Wyclef, celebrando el
Azucar!!
[singing]
We out here in Miami just shining
[singing] Guajila,
Worldwide
[singing]
Bout to bring it to you in stereo
[singing] Guajila,
Yo soy un sincero
[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 think eyeing me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guan-tana-mera...

Verse One: Jean

Yo, I wrote in Haiti, overlooking Cuba
I asked her what's her name, she said,
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 woman
Like a Virgin, so she sex with no average
Peep the figure, like a caterpillar
Fly like a butterfly, let your soul her glide
Pac better yet Space Invader
If name was Chun-Li, we'd be playin Street Fighter
Penny for your thoughts, a nickel for kiss
A dime if you tell me you love me

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

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

Verse Two: Hill

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

responds 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...