Luyện nghe bài hát Three Nights In Rio

You knew we had to come 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 sounds of
No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my
trabajo poquito dinero
Means I work hard and I have no

Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the
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

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

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

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

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

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

So who better to know about a
Wakin' up at five 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 with no of buses
No ambulance, no police sirens to my silence
Mucho poquito dinero
Means I work hard and I have no

Playin' my guitar, used to at the stars
Prayin' if I ever make it, I'm gon' help my make it
From the streets of Brooklyn, to the canny shores
I'm a stand on and play this guitar till I fall

Santana, let me get help
Santana, let me get help

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

Three nights in Rio De Janeiro no sounds of buses
No ambulance, no sirens to interrupt my silence
Mucho poquito dinero
Means I work hard and I 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 York I had to get
So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach the shade

too hot in New York man
It's too hot in New man
too hot in New York 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 Santana the Preacher's son
It's the tour, too hot

You know I ain't leavin' without Santana on this Celia
know better, let's go now

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