Luyện nghe bài hát La Habana

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

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

All the girls in the Tropicana, they roll own cigars
I stand there in the dressing room, drinking it in
All the companeros theyre making love beneath the tropic
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 from any of my friends

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