Venezuela

Venezuela - Harry Belafonte (哈里·贝拉方特)

I met her in Venezuela

With a basket on her head

And if she loved others she didn't say

But I knew she do to pass away

Pass away the time in Venezuela

Pass away the time in Venezuela

I gave her a sash of blue

A beautiful sash of blue

Because I knew that

She could do with all the tricks

I knew she knew

To pass away the time in Venezuela

To pass away the time in Venezuela

And when the wind was out to sea

The wind was out to sea

And she was taking leave of me

I said sheer up there will always be

Sailors on shore on leave in Venezuela

Sailors on shore on leave in Venezuela

Her linger was changed

But the thought of her beautiful smile

The thought of her beautiful smile

Will haunt me and taunt me for many a mile

She was my gal and she did the wale

To pass away a time in Venezuela

To pass away a time in Venezuela

Venezuela