Luyện nghe bài hát La Habana

Saw you in the street, beneath a poster of Che
Watching young couples in the Malacon
Late at night in the old town, you sang to
And back to your room with God knows who

But Ive got to be your lover man
I said, Ive got to be your thing 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, roll their own cigars
I there in the dressing room, just drinking it in
All the companeros theyre love beneath the tropic stars
a look at the priest and what hes calling sin

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

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