Luyện nghe bài hát La Habana

Saw you stand in the street, a poster of Che
young couples kiss in the Malacon
Late at night in the old town, you to guitars
And staggered back to your 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 to be your lover man
And only I can make you feel alright or help you flight

All the girls in the Tropicana, they roll own cigars
I stand there in the dressing room, just it in
All the theyre making 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 word of advice from any of my so-called

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