Luyện nghe bài hát La Habana

Saw you stand in the street, a poster of Che
Watching couples kiss in the Malacon
Late at in the old town, you sang to guitars
And staggered to your room with God knows who

But Ive got to be your lover man
I said, Ive got to be your sweet and thats right
Well, Ive got to be, I long to be lover man
And I can make you feel alright or help you take flight

All the girls in the Tropicana, they roll own cigars
I stand in the dressing room, just drinking it in
All the companeros theyre making love the tropic stars
a look at the priest and what hes calling sin

When Im in trouble, Lord, only me who feels the
Not one good word of advice from any of my so-called

Down at Papas Marina the old man drinks
notes to his son a thousand miles away
All the girls in the Bodeguita, they flash their green eyes
Until they read what it says, and then they turn