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 bring it to you in
[singing] Guajila,
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 at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
Guajila,
Hey, yo, I think she's eyeing me afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guan-tana-mera...

Verse One: Wyclef

Yo, I this 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 forty-five when he 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 a butterfly, let your soul feel her glide
Pac better yet Space Invader
If your was Chun-Li, we'd be playin Street Fighter
Penny for your thoughts, a for your kiss
A dime if you tell me that you me

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

[singing in Spanish, with responses]
Soy una mujer,
Do you English?
De donde crecen las
Can I buy you a
joins 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 at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
Guajila,
Hey yo Forte, she's eyeing me from far
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila

Two: Lauryn Hill

Yo, she was a rose in Harlem, mamasita beg your pardon
Make at a faster rate then 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 of Lexington, parents came from Cuba
Part Mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to her
She like Movado, and shook her like Delgado
And broke niggaz from the Grounds to Apollo
and some, she took her act sent it to ?demp sum?
And waited patiently the businessmen come
Call late on purpose, got politicians nervous
And made plans to infiltrate the street secret
This flower, fertility was her power
Sweet persona, Flytrap primadonna
Que que sera she turned dinero to dinera

[Wyclef responds to again]

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