Luyện nghe bài hát Three Nights In Rio

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

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

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, me on the beach under the shade

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

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

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

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

I'm in your hood like your were Spider man
But then I'm in the club I entered the stadium
I bring the like the days of the tribe
Before I had the fame I was the fries

So who better to know a nine-to-five
up at five with the cold in my eyes
Now my daddy, he can rest in
From the belly of the beast to the sunniest beach, go

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

my guitar, used to daydream at the stars
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 this till I fall

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

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

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

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

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 Santana with the son
It's the tour, too hot

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

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