Luyện nghe bài hát Three Nights In Rio

You knew we had to back like this, right man
too hot in New York man
It's too hot in New man, give me

Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no of buses
No ambulance, no police sirens to my silence
Mucho trabajo dinero
I work hard and I have no money

Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the
I'm sippin' margaritas as the water my feet
too hot in New York I had to get away
So here's a ticket, meet me on the under the shade

When I was young called me Robin Hood
'Cos I stole the rich and I gave to the poor
Went home, mama whooped on my ass
Said, "I'll be if I let you live like that"

Meanwhile door neighbors jumpin'
Beatin' on his wife the kids were watchin'
Later that day we was out on the
And we was out of New York, we woke up in

Three in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses
No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my
Mucho poquito dinero
Means I hard and I have no money

Playin' my guitar, I'm on the beach
I'm sippin' margaritas as the splash my feet
It's too hot in New I had to get away
So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach under the

I'm in your hood like your neighbors were man
But then I'm in the club 'fore I the stadium
I bring the vibe like the of the tribe
Before I had the fame I was servin' the

So who better to know about a
up at five with the cold in my eyes
Now my daddy, he can rest in
From the of the beast to the sunniest beach, let's go

Three nights in Rio De Janeiro no sounds of buses
No ambulance, no sirens to interrupt my silence
Mucho poquito dinero
I work hard and I have no money

Playin' my guitar, used to daydream at the
Prayin' if I ever make it, I'm gon' my family make it
From the of Brooklyn, to the Jersey canny shores
I'm a stand on stage and play guitar till I fall

Santana, let me get some
Santana, let me get some

This one goes out for those, who work for low
Keep your up, 'cos if I made it, you can make it too one day

Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of
No ambulance, no sirens to interrupt my silence
Mucho trabajo dinero
Means I work hard and I have no

my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach
I'm sippin' margaritas as the water my feet
It's too hot in New York I had to get
So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach under the

too hot in New York man
It's too hot in New man
It's too hot in New man
It's too hot,

too hot in New York man
It's too hot in New man
too hot in New York man
It's too hot,

Yeah, Carlos with the Preacher's son
It's the tour, too hot

You I ain't leavin' without Santana on this Celia [Incomprehensible]
Y'all better, let's go now

Guantanamera, Celia always love ya
Guantanamera, Clef the Carlos Santana
Guantanamera, Celia always miss ya
Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos