Luyện nghe bài hát Guantanamera

Hola! Soy Celia
Y estoy aqui con Wyclef, el Carnival
Azucar!!
Guantanamera
[Wyclef] We out here in just shining
[singing] Guajila,
Worldwide
[singing]
Bout to bring it to you in stereo
[singing] Guajila,
Yo soy un hombre
That 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 she's eyeing me from
Guan-tana-mera...
Guan-tana-mera...

Verse One: Wyclef

Yo, I wrote this in Haiti, Cuba
I asked her her name, she said, 'Guantanamera'
Remind me of an old latin song, my used to play
On his old forty-five when he to be alive
She from a young girl, to a grown woman
a Virgin, so she sex with no average mahn
Peep the figure, move a caterpillar
Fly like a butterfly, let your feel her glide
Pac Woman yet Space Invader
If your name was Chun-Li, we'd be playin Street
for your thoughts, a nickel for your kiss
A if you tell me that you love me

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

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

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

Verse Two: Lauryn

Yo, she was a rose in Spanish Harlem, mamasita beg your
Make at a faster rate then she fornicates
Pure traits of genius, Goddess of Venus
Crab niggaz angry cause they get between us
to no sele-xion, smooth
The lexicon of Lexington, parents came from
Part Mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to her
She like Movado, and shook her hips Delgado
And broke niggaz down from the Grounds to
and then some, she took her act sent it to ?demp
And waited patiently while the come
Call late on purpose, got politicians nervous
And made to infiltrate the street secret service
This gentle flower, was her power
persona, Venus Flytrap primadonna
Que sera que sera she turned dinero to

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...