Luyện nghe bài hát Guantanamera

Hola! Soy Celia
Y estoy con Wyclef, celebrando el Carnival
Azucar!!
[singing]
[Wyclef] We out in Miami just shining
[singing] Guajila,
[Wyclef]
[singing]
[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 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 forty-five he used to be alive
She went from a young girl, to a grown
Like a Virgin, so she sex no average mahn
Peep the figure, move like a
Fly like a butterfly, let soul feel her glide
Pac Woman better yet Space
If name was Chun-Li, we'd be playin Street Fighter
for your thoughts, a nickel for your kiss
A dime if you tell me you love me

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

[singing in Spanish, Wyclef responses]
Soy una mujer,
Do you English?
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 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 eyeing me far
Guan-tana-mera...
Guan-tana-mera

Verse Two: Hill

Yo, she was a in Spanish Harlem, mamasita beg your pardon
Make stakes at a faster rate then she
Pure traits of genius, of Black Venus
Crab niggaz cause they can't get between us
to no sele-xion, complex-ion
The lexicon of Lexington, parents came Cuba
Part Mexican, pure sweet, dimes to her feet
She like Movado, and shook her hips 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
late on purpose, got even politicians nervous
And made to infiltrate the street secret service
gentle flower, fertility was her power
Sweet persona, Venus Flytrap
Que sera que she turned dinero to dinera

responds to singing again]

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