Luyện nghe bài hát Guantanamera

Hola! Soy Cruz
Y estoy con Wyclef, celebrando el Carnival
Azucar!!
[singing]
[Wyclef] We out here in Miami shining
[singing] Guajila,
[Wyclef]
[singing]
[Wyclef] Bout to 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, then

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...

Verse One: Jean

Yo, I wrote this in Haiti, Cuba
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 girl, to a grown woman
a Virgin, so she sex with no average mahn
Peep the figure, move like a
Fly like a butterfly, let your soul her glide
Pac Woman better yet Invader
If your name was Chun-Li, be playin Street Fighter
Penny for thoughts, a nickel for your kiss
A dime if you tell me that you me

Hey yo, I'm standin at the bar with a, Cuban
Guajila,
Yo, I think eyeing me from 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
joins in] Soy una mujer, sincera
Uh-huh uh-huh
De donde las palmas
You me
Y antes de morir, yo
Cantar mis del alma
Te mama, te quiero!!

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

Verse Two: Lauryn

Yo, she was a rose in Spanish Harlem, mamasita beg pardon
Make stakes at a rate then she fornicates
traits of genius, Goddess of Black Venus
Crab niggaz angry cause they get between us
to no sele-xion, smooth
The lexicon of Lexington, parents came Cuba
Part Mexican, pure sweet, fell to her feet
She like Movado, and shook her like Delgado
And broke niggaz down from the to Apollo
and then some, she her act sent it to ?demp sum?
And patiently while the businessmen come
Call on purpose, got even politicians nervous
And plans to infiltrate the street secret service
This gentle flower, fertility was her
persona, Venus Flytrap primadonna
Que sera que she turned dinero to dinera

[Wyclef to singing again]

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