Luyện nghe bài hát Three Nights In Rio

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

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

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

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

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

Playin' my guitar, I'm on the beach
I'm sippin' as the water splash my feet
It's too hot in New I had to get away
So a ticket, meet 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 the stadium
I bring the vibe like the days of the
I had the fame I was servin' the fries

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

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

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

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

one goes out for those, who work for low income
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 police sirens to interrupt my
Mucho trabajo poquito
I work hard and I have no money

Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the
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, me on the beach under the shade

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

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

You know I ain't leavin' Santana on this Celia [Incomprehensible]
Y'all better, let's go now

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