Luyện nghe bài hát Guantanamera

Hola! Soy Cruz
Y estoy aqui con Wyclef, el Carnival
Azucar!!
Guantanamera
[Wyclef] We out here in Miami shining
Guajila, Guantanamera
[Wyclef]
[singing]
[Wyclef] Bout to it to you in stereo
Guajila, Guantanamera
Yo soy un sincero
[Wyclef] That was then, 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 with a, Cuban
Guajila,
Hey, yo, I think eyeing me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guan-tana-mera...

Verse Wyclef Jean

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

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

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

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

Two: Lauryn Hill

Yo, she was a in Spanish Harlem, mamasita beg your pardon
Make stakes at a faster then she fornicates
Pure traits of genius, of Black Venus
Crab niggaz angry cause can't get between us
to no sele-xion, complex-ion
The lexicon of Lexington, parents from Cuba
Part Mexican, pure sweet, dimes to her feet
She like Movado, and shook her like Delgado
And broke niggaz from the Grounds to Apollo
and then some, she her act sent it to ?demp sum?
And waited while the businessmen come
Call late on purpose, got even politicians
And made plans to infiltrate the secret service
This gentle flower, fertility was her
Sweet persona, Venus primadonna
Que sera que sera she dinero to dinera

[Wyclef responds to again]

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