Luyện nghe bài hát Guantanamera

Hola! Soy Cruz
Y estoy con Wyclef, celebrando el Carnival
Azucar!!
[singing]
[Wyclef] We out here in Miami just
Guajila, Guantanamera
[Wyclef]
[singing]
[Wyclef] Bout to bring it to you in
Guajila, Guantanamera
Yo soy un hombre
That was then, this is now
to the Carnival, the arrival... c'mon!

[Wyclef
Harlem! Oahh-eee-ohh!
Boogie Bronx! Oahh-eee-ohh!
Manhattan! Oahh-eee-ohh!
to Staten! Oahh-eee-ohh!

[Wyclef sings, then

Hey yo I'm standing at the bar a, Cuban cigar
Guajila,
Hey, yo, I think she's eyeing me from
Guan-tana-mera...
Guan-tana-mera...

Verse Wyclef Jean

Yo, I wrote this in Haiti, Cuba
I asked her her name, she said, 'Guantanamera'
me of an old latin song, my uncle used to play
On his old forty-five when he used to be
She from a young girl, to a grown woman
Like a Virgin, so she sex no average mahn
Peep the figure, move a caterpillar
Fly like a butterfly, let your feel her glide
Pac better yet Space Invader
If your name was Chun-Li, we'd be playin Street
Penny for thoughts, a nickel for your kiss
A dime if you tell me you love me

Hey yo, I'm at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
Guajila,
Yo, I think she's me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guan-tana-mera...

[singing in Spanish, Wyclef responses]
Soy una mujer,
Do you speak
De donde las palmas
Can I buy you a
[man joins in] Soy una mujer,
Uh-huh uh-huh
De crecen las palmas
You me
Y de morir, yo quiero
Cantar mis versos del
Te mama, te quiero!!

Aiyyo I'm standing at the bar with a, cigar
Guajila,
Hey yo John Forte, eyeing me from far
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila

Verse Lauryn Hill

Yo, she was a rose in Harlem, mamasita beg your pardon
Make stakes at a faster then she fornicates
Pure traits of genius, of Black Venus
niggaz angry cause they can't get between us
to no sele-xion, complex-ion
The lexicon of Lexington, came from Cuba
Part Mexican, pure sweet, fell to her feet
She like Movado, and shook her hips like
And broke niggaz down from the Grounds to
and then some, she took her act it to ?demp sum?
And waited patiently while the businessmen
Call late on purpose, got even nervous
And made to infiltrate the street secret service
This gentle flower, was her power
Sweet persona, Flytrap primadonna
Que sera que she turned dinero to dinera

[Wyclef to singing again]

Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban
Guajila
Hey yo... I think she's eyein me afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guan-tana-mera...