歌曲 | Three Nights In Rio |
歌手 | Wyclef Jean |
歌手 | Santana |
专辑 | The Preacher's Son |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Duplessis, Jean | |
You knew we had to come back like this, right man | |
It's too hot in | |
New York man | |
It's too hot in | |
New York man, give me | |
Three nights in | |
Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses | |
No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence | |
Mucho trabajo poquito dinero | |
Means I work hard and | |
I have no money | |
Playin' my guitar, | |
I'm sitting on the beach | |
I'm sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet | |
It's too hot in | |
New York I had to get away | |
So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach under the shade | |
When I was young they called me | |
Robin Hood' | |
Cos I stole from the rich and | |
I gave to the poor | |
Went back home, mama whooped on my ass | |
Said, "I'll be damned if I let you live like that" | |
Meanwhile next door neighbors jumpin' | |
Beatin' on his wife while the kids were watchin' | |
Later that day we was out on the porch | |
And fantasize we was out of | |
New York, we woke up in | |
Three nights in | |
Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses | |
No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence | |
Mucho trabajo poquito dinero | |
Means I work hard and | |
I have no money | |
Playin' my guitar, | |
I'm sitting on the beach | |
I'm sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet | |
It's too hot in | |
New York I had to get away | |
So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach under the shade | |
I'm in your hood like your neighbors were | |
Spider man | |
But then I'm in the club 'fore | |
I entered the stadium | |
I bring the vibe like the days of the tribe | |
Before I had the fame | |
I was servin' the fries | |
So who better to know about a nine-to-five | |
Wakin' up at five with the cold in my eyes | |
Now my daddy, he can rest in peace | |
From the belly of the beast to the sunniest beach, let's go | |
Three nights in | |
Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses | |
No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence | |
Mucho trabajo poquito dinero | |
Means I work hard and | |
I have no money | |
Playin' my guitar, used to daydream at the stars | |
Prayin' if | |
I ever make it, | |
I'm gon' help my family make it | |
From the streets of | |
Brooklyn, to the | |
Jersey canny shores | |
I'm a stand on stage and play this guitar till | |
I fallSantana, let me get some help | |
Santana, let me get some help | |
This one goes out for those, who work for low income | |
Keep your head up, 'cos if | |
I made it, you can make it too one day | |
Three nights in | |
Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses | |
No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence | |
Mucho trabajo poquito dinero | |
Means I work hard and | |
I have no money | |
Playin' my guitar, | |
I'm sitting on the beach | |
I'm sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet | |
It's too hot in | |
New York I had to get away | |
So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach under the shade | |
It's too hot in | |
New York man | |
It's too hot in | |
New York man | |
It's too hot in | |
New York man | |
It's too hot, yeah | |
It's too hot in | |
New York man | |
It's too hot in | |
New York man | |
It's too hot in | |
New York man | |
It's too hot, yeah | |
Yeah, Carlos | |
Santana with the | |
Preacher's son | |
It's the world tour, too hot | |
You know I ain't leavin' without | |
Santana on this | |
Celia [Incomprehensible] | |
Y'all know better, let's go now | |
Guantanamera, | |
Celia will always love ya | |
Guantanamera, | |
Clef with the | |
Carlos Santana | |
Guantanamera, | |
Celia will always miss ya | |
Guantanamera, | |
Clef with the | |
Carlos Santana |
zuo ci : Duplessis, Jean | |
You knew we had to come back like this, right man | |
It' s too hot in | |
New York man | |
It' s too hot in | |
New York man, give me | |
Three nights in | |
Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses | |
No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence | |
Mucho trabajo poquito dinero | |
Means I work hard and | |
I have no money | |
Playin' my guitar, | |
I' m sitting on the beach | |
I' m sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet | |
It' s too hot in | |
New York I had to get away | |
So here' s a ticket, meet me on the beach under the shade | |
When I was young they called me | |
Robin Hood' | |
Cos I stole from the rich and | |
I gave to the poor | |
Went back home, mama whooped on my ass | |
Said, " I' ll be damned if I let you live like that" | |
Meanwhile next door neighbors jumpin' | |
Beatin' on his wife while the kids were watchin' | |
Later that day we was out on the porch | |
And fantasize we was out of | |
New York, we woke up in | |
Three nights in | |
Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses | |
No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence | |
Mucho trabajo poquito dinero | |
Means I work hard and | |
I have no money | |
Playin' my guitar, | |
I' m sitting on the beach | |
I' m sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet | |
It' s too hot in | |
New York I had to get away | |
So here' s a ticket, meet me on the beach under the shade | |
I' m in your hood like your neighbors were | |
Spider man | |
But then I' m in the club ' fore | |
I entered the stadium | |
I bring the vibe like the days of the tribe | |
Before I had the fame | |
I was servin' the fries | |
So who better to know about a ninetofive | |
Wakin' up at five with the cold in my eyes | |
Now my daddy, he can rest in peace | |
From the belly of the beast to the sunniest beach, let' s go | |
Three nights in | |
Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses | |
No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence | |
Mucho trabajo poquito dinero | |
Means I work hard and | |
I have no money | |
Playin' my guitar, used to daydream at the stars | |
Prayin' if | |
I ever make it, | |
I' m gon' help my family make it | |
From the streets of | |
Brooklyn, to the | |
Jersey canny shores | |
I' m a stand on stage and play this guitar till | |
I fallSantana, let me get some help | |
Santana, let me get some help | |
This one goes out for those, who work for low income | |
Keep your head up, ' cos if | |
I made it, you can make it too one day | |
Three nights in | |
Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses | |
No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence | |
Mucho trabajo poquito dinero | |
Means I work hard and | |
I have no money | |
Playin' my guitar, | |
I' m sitting on the beach | |
I' m sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet | |
It' s too hot in | |
New York I had to get away | |
So here' s a ticket, meet me on the beach under the shade | |
It' s too hot in | |
New York man | |
It' s too hot in | |
New York man | |
It' s too hot in | |
New York man | |
It' s too hot, yeah | |
It' s too hot in | |
New York man | |
It' s too hot in | |
New York man | |
It' s too hot in | |
New York man | |
It' s too hot, yeah | |
Yeah, Carlos | |
Santana with the | |
Preacher' s son | |
It' s the world tour, too hot | |
You know I ain' t leavin' without | |
Santana on this | |
Celia Incomprehensible | |
Y' all know better, let' s go now | |
Guantanamera, | |
Celia will always love ya | |
Guantanamera, | |
Clef with the | |
Carlos Santana | |
Guantanamera, | |
Celia will always miss ya | |
Guantanamera, | |
Clef with the | |
Carlos Santana |
zuò cí : Duplessis, Jean | |
You knew we had to come back like this, right man | |
It' s too hot in | |
New York man | |
It' s too hot in | |
New York man, give me | |
Three nights in | |
Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses | |
No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence | |
Mucho trabajo poquito dinero | |
Means I work hard and | |
I have no money | |
Playin' my guitar, | |
I' m sitting on the beach | |
I' m sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet | |
It' s too hot in | |
New York I had to get away | |
So here' s a ticket, meet me on the beach under the shade | |
When I was young they called me | |
Robin Hood' | |
Cos I stole from the rich and | |
I gave to the poor | |
Went back home, mama whooped on my ass | |
Said, " I' ll be damned if I let you live like that" | |
Meanwhile next door neighbors jumpin' | |
Beatin' on his wife while the kids were watchin' | |
Later that day we was out on the porch | |
And fantasize we was out of | |
New York, we woke up in | |
Three nights in | |
Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses | |
No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence | |
Mucho trabajo poquito dinero | |
Means I work hard and | |
I have no money | |
Playin' my guitar, | |
I' m sitting on the beach | |
I' m sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet | |
It' s too hot in | |
New York I had to get away | |
So here' s a ticket, meet me on the beach under the shade | |
I' m in your hood like your neighbors were | |
Spider man | |
But then I' m in the club ' fore | |
I entered the stadium | |
I bring the vibe like the days of the tribe | |
Before I had the fame | |
I was servin' the fries | |
So who better to know about a ninetofive | |
Wakin' up at five with the cold in my eyes | |
Now my daddy, he can rest in peace | |
From the belly of the beast to the sunniest beach, let' s go | |
Three nights in | |
Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses | |
No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence | |
Mucho trabajo poquito dinero | |
Means I work hard and | |
I have no money | |
Playin' my guitar, used to daydream at the stars | |
Prayin' if | |
I ever make it, | |
I' m gon' help my family make it | |
From the streets of | |
Brooklyn, to the | |
Jersey canny shores | |
I' m a stand on stage and play this guitar till | |
I fallSantana, let me get some help | |
Santana, let me get some help | |
This one goes out for those, who work for low income | |
Keep your head up, ' cos if | |
I made it, you can make it too one day | |
Three nights in | |
Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses | |
No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence | |
Mucho trabajo poquito dinero | |
Means I work hard and | |
I have no money | |
Playin' my guitar, | |
I' m sitting on the beach | |
I' m sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet | |
It' s too hot in | |
New York I had to get away | |
So here' s a ticket, meet me on the beach under the shade | |
It' s too hot in | |
New York man | |
It' s too hot in | |
New York man | |
It' s too hot in | |
New York man | |
It' s too hot, yeah | |
It' s too hot in | |
New York man | |
It' s too hot in | |
New York man | |
It' s too hot in | |
New York man | |
It' s too hot, yeah | |
Yeah, Carlos | |
Santana with the | |
Preacher' s son | |
It' s the world tour, too hot | |
You know I ain' t leavin' without | |
Santana on this | |
Celia Incomprehensible | |
Y' all know better, let' s go now | |
Guantanamera, | |
Celia will always love ya | |
Guantanamera, | |
Clef with the | |
Carlos Santana | |
Guantanamera, | |
Celia will always miss ya | |
Guantanamera, | |
Clef with the | |
Carlos Santana |