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歌手：Wyclef Jean
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更新日期：2012-3-24
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[ar:Wyclef Jean]
[ti:Guantanamera]
[la:uk]
[by:http://Pu.OneGreen.Net]
Jean Wyclef
Guantanamera
[00:00]Hola, soy Celia Cr鷝, y estoy aqui con Wyclef celebrando el
[00:05]carnaval! Azucar!
[00:07]Guantanamera
[00:10]Guajira, guantanamera (Wyclef) Worldwide!
[00:14]Guantanamera (Wyclef) I can bring it to your stereo..
[00:18]Guajira, guantanamera (Wyclef) That was then...
[00:22]Yo soy un hombre sincero (Wyclef) this is now...
[00:28]Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival.
[00:34]COME ON!
[00:35]Spanish Harlem (ooooey-o),
[00:38]Boogie Down folks (ooooey-o),
[00:40]Manhattan (ooooey-o),
[00:43]back to Staten (ooooey-o),
[00:46]guantanamera (hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a.. Cuban cigar)
[00:51]guajira, guantanamera (hey yo I think she's eyeeing me from far)
[00:58]guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.....
[01:08]Yo, I wrote this in Haiti overlooking Cuba. I asked her what's her
[01:11]name she said Guantanamera, remind me of an old Latin song, my uncle used to
[01:16]play, on his old 45 when he used to be alive. She went from a young girl to a
[01:21]grown woman like a VIRGIN, so she sex with no average man, keep the figure,
[01:26]move like a caterpillar, fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel the glide,
[01:30]part woman very yet space invader, if your name was Chun-Li we'd be playing
[01:35]Street Fighter.---A penny for your thought, a nickel for your kiss, a dime if
[01:39]you tell me that you love me. (Come On!)
[01:41]Guantanamera (hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a-- Cuban cigar)
[01:45]guajira, guantanamera (yo I think she's eyeeing me from far)
[01:52]guantanamera,
[01:56]guajira, guantanamera.....
[02:03]Soy una mujer sincera..(Wyclef) Do you speak English?
[02:09]De donde crece la palma (Wyclef) Can I buy you a drink?
[02:14]Soy una mujer sincera..(Wyclef) uh-huh-uh-huh!
[02:19]De donde crece la palma! (Wyclef) You killin...
[02:24Y antes de morir, yo quiero..cantar mis versos del alma.
[02:34]Te quiero mam? te quiero!
[02:36]Guantanamera (hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a-- Cuban cigar)
[02:40]guajira, guantanamera (hey yo, John Forte, she's eyeeing me from far)
[02:47]guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.....
[02:57]yo... she was a Rosa Spanish
[02:59]Harlem mamacita beg your pardon, makes mistakes at a faster rate than she
[03:02]fornicates, her traits of genius, goddess of black venus, crab niggas angry
[03:07]cuz they can't get between us, todon sin lexian, smooth complex-ion, lexicon
[03:11]in Lexington, parents came from Cuba, part Mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to
[03:16]her feet, she like Movado, and shook her hips like Delgado, and broke niggas
[03:20]down from the Grounds to Apollo and then some! She took an accident to Dempson
[03:24]and waited patiently while the businessmen come, call late on purpose, got
[03:29]even politicians nervous, and made plans to infiltrate street's secret
[03:33]service, this gentle flower, fertility was a power, sweet persona, venus
[03:37]flytrap Prima Donna, que sera que sera, she turned dinero to dinera....
[03:41]Guantanamera (hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a-- Cuban cigar)
[03:46]guajira, guantanamera (hey-yo I think she's eyeeing me from far)
[03:52]guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.
[04:03]A boy like that? He killed his brother? He kill'd his motha! Fuck,
[04:08]he killed his brother....
[04:11]Sang happy to the NYC, to New Jersey......
文本歌词：
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 I'm standing at the bar with a.. Cuban cigar)
guajira, guantanamera (hey yo I think she's eyeeing me from far)
guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.....
Yo, I wrote this in Haiti overlooking Cuba. I asked her what's 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 we'd 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 I'm standing at the bar with a-- Cuban cigar)
guajira, guantanamera (yo I think she's 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 I'm standing at the bar with a-- Cuban cigar)
guajira, guantanamera (hey yo, John Forte, she's 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 can't 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 street's 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 I'm standing at the bar with a-- Cuban cigar)
guajira, guantanamera (hey-yo I think she's eyeeing me from far)
guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.
A boy like that? He killed his brother? He kill'd his motha! Fuck,
he killed his brother....
Sang happy to the NYC, to New Jersey......
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