Luyện nghe bài hát La Habana

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

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

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

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

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