Hola, soy Celia Cr鷝, y estoy aqui con Wyclef celebrando el
carnaval! Azucar!
Guantanamera
Guajira, guantanamera (Wyclef) Worldwide!
Guantanamera (Wyclef) I can bring it to your stereo..
Guajira, guantanamera (Wyclef) That was then...
Yo soy un hombre sincero (Wyclef) this is now...
Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival.
COME ON!
Spanish Harlem (ooooey-o),
Boogie Down folks (ooooey-o),
Manhattan (ooooey-o),
back to Staten (ooooey-o),
guantanamera (hey yo Im standing at the bar with a.. Cuban cigar)
guajira, guantanamera (hey yo I think shes eyeeing me from far)
guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.....
Yo, I wrote this in Haiti overlooking Cuba. I asked her whats her
name she said Guantanamera, remind me of an old Latin song, my uncle used to
play, on his old 45 when he used to be alive. She went from a young girl to a
grown woman like a VIRGIN, so she sex with no average man, keep the figure,
move like a caterpillar, fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel the glide,
part woman very yet space invader, if your name was Chun-Li wed be playing
Street Fighter.---A penny for your thought, a nickel for your kiss, a dime if
you tell me that you love me. (Come On!)
Guantanamera (hey yo Im standing at the bar with a-- Cuban cigar)
guajira, guantanamera (yo I think shes eyeeing me from far)
guantanamera,
guajira, guantanamera.....
Soy una mujer sincera..(Wyclef) Do you speak English?
De donde crece la palma (Wyclef) Can I buy you a drink?
Soy una mujer sincera..(Wyclef) uh-huh-uh-huh!
De donde crece la palma! (Wyclef) You killin...
Te quiero mam? te quiero!
Guantanamera (hey yo Im standing at the bar with a-- Cuban cigar)
guajira, guantanamera (hey yo, John Forte, shes eyeeing me from far)
guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.....
yo... she was a Rosa Spanish
Harlem mamacita beg your pardon, makes mistakes at a faster rate than she
fornicates, her traits of genius, goddess of black venus, crab niggas angry
cuz they cant get between us, todon sin lexian, smooth complex-ion, lexicon
in Lexington, parents came from Cuba, part Mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to
her feet, she like Movado, and shook her hips like Delgado, and broke niggas
down from the Grounds to Apollo and then some! She took an accident to Dempson
and waited patiently while the businessmen come, call late on purpose, got
even politicians nervous, and made plans to infiltrate streets secret
service, this gentle flower, fertility was a power, sweet persona, venus
flytrap Prima Donna, que sera que sera, she turned dinero to dinera....
Guantanamera (hey yo Im standing at the bar with a-- Cuban cigar)
guajira, guantanamera (hey-yo I think shes eyeeing me from far)
guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.
A boy like that? He killed his brother? He killd his motha! Fuck,
he killed his brother....
Sang happy to the NYC, to New Jersey......
编辑于1994/01/21更新

Guantanamera歌词

JAMES LAST

简介： 詹姆斯·拉斯特 James Last 1929年4月17日原名汉斯·拉斯特德国轻音乐大师其创立的詹姆斯·拉斯特乐团与法国保罗·莫里哀乐团英国曼陀瓦尼乐团并称为三大轻音乐乐团

[ti:Guantanamera]
[ar:Wyclef Jean]
[by:]
[la:uk]
Jean Wyclef
Guantanamera
[00:00.00]Hola, soy Celia Cr鷝, y estoy aqui con Wyclef celebrando el
[00:05.00]carnaval! Azucar!
[00:07.00]Guantanamera
[00:10.00]Guajira, guantanamera (Wyclef) Worldwide!
[00:14.00]Guantanamera (Wyclef) I can bring it to your stereo..
[00:18.00]Guajira, guantanamera (Wyclef) That was then...
[00:22.00]Yo soy un hombre sincero (Wyclef) this is now...
[00:28.00]Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival.
[00:34.00]COME ON!
[00:35.00]Spanish Harlem (ooooey-o),
[00:38.00]Boogie Down folks (ooooey-o),
[00:40.00]Manhattan (ooooey-o),
[00:43.00]back to Staten (ooooey-o),
[00:46.00]guantanamera (hey yo Im standing at the bar with a.. Cuban cigar)
[00:51.00]guajira, guantanamera (hey yo I think shes eyeeing me from far)
[00:58.00]guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.....
[01:08.00]Yo, I wrote this in Haiti overlooking Cuba. I asked her whats her
[01:11.00]name she said Guantanamera, remind me of an old Latin song, my uncle used to
[01:16.00]play, on his old 45 when he used to be alive. She went from a young girl to a
[01:21.00]grown woman like a VIRGIN, so she sex with no average man, keep the figure,
[01:26.00]move like a caterpillar, fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel the glide,
[01:30.00]part woman very yet space invader, if your name was Chun-Li wed be playing
[01:35.00]Street Fighter.---A penny for your thought, a nickel for your kiss, a dime if
[01:39.00]you tell me that you love me. (Come On!)
[01:41.00]Guantanamera (hey yo Im standing at the bar with a-- Cuban cigar)
[01:45.00]guajira, guantanamera (yo I think shes eyeeing me from far)
[01:52.00]guantanamera,
[01:56.00]guajira, guantanamera.....
[02:03.00]Soy una mujer sincera..(Wyclef) Do you speak English?
[02:09.00]De donde crece la palma (Wyclef) Can I buy you a drink?
[02:14.00]Soy una mujer sincera..(Wyclef) uh-huh-uh-huh!
[02:19.00]De donde crece la palma! (Wyclef) You killin...
[02:24Y antes de morir, yo quiero..cantar mis versos del alma.
[02:34.00]Te quiero mam? te quiero!
[02:36.00]Guantanamera (hey yo Im standing at the bar with a-- Cuban cigar)
[02:40.00]guajira, guantanamera (hey yo, John Forte, shes eyeeing me from far)
[02:47.00]guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.....
[02:57.00]yo... she was a Rosa Spanish
[02:59.00]Harlem mamacita beg your pardon, makes mistakes at a faster rate than she
[03:02.00]fornicates, her traits of genius, goddess of black venus, crab niggas angry
[03:07.00]cuz they cant get between us, todon sin lexian, smooth complex-ion, lexicon
[03:11.00]in Lexington, parents came from Cuba, part Mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to
[03:16.00]her feet, she like Movado, and shook her hips like Delgado, and broke niggas
[03:20.00]down from the Grounds to Apollo and then some! She took an accident to Dempson
[03:24.00]and waited patiently while the businessmen come, call late on purpose, got
[03:29.00]even politicians nervous, and made plans to infiltrate streets secret
[03:33.00]service, this gentle flower, fertility was a power, sweet persona, venus
[03:37.00]flytrap Prima Donna, que sera que sera, she turned dinero to dinera....
[03:41.00]Guantanamera (hey yo Im standing at the bar with a-- Cuban cigar)
[03:46.00]guajira, guantanamera (hey-yo I think shes eyeeing me from far)
[03:52.00]guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.
[04:03.00]A boy like that? He killed his brother? He killd his motha! Fuck,
[04:08.00]he killed his brother....
[04:11.00]Sang happy to the NYC, to New Jersey......
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