Luyện nghe bài hát Guantanamera

Hola! Soy Cruz
Y estoy aqui con Wyclef, el Carnival
Azucar!!
Guantanamera
[Wyclef] We out here in just shining
[singing] Guajila,
[Wyclef]
[singing]
[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, raps]

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

Verse One: Jean

Yo, I wrote in Haiti, overlooking Cuba
I her what's her name, she said, 'Guantanamera'
me of an old latin song, my uncle used to play
On his old forty-five he used to be alive
She went from a young girl, to a grown
a Virgin, so she sex with no average mahn
Peep the figure, like a caterpillar
Fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel her
Pac Woman yet Space Invader
If name was Chun-Li, we'd be playin Street Fighter
Penny for thoughts, a nickel for your kiss
A if you tell 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, 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 crecen las
You me
Y de morir, yo quiero
Cantar mis del alma
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

Two: Lauryn Hill

Yo, she was a rose in Spanish Harlem, mamasita beg your
Make stakes at a faster rate then she
Pure traits of genius, Goddess of Black
Crab 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 like Movado, and her hips like Delgado
And broke niggaz from the Grounds 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 nervous
And plans to infiltrate the street secret service
This gentle flower, was her power
Sweet persona, Venus Flytrap
Que sera que she turned dinero to dinera

[Wyclef to singing again]

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