Habana Blues
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:04:05
Momma, it ain't easy to laugh
ln the city of the brave.

:04:12
Llfe is rough here,
:04:15
that's no surprise.
:04:19
l do what I got to,
using my own bare hands.

:04:27
l'm low on cash.
l can't afford rock n'roll.

:04:34
Trying to get by.
:04:37
Fighting, baby, fighting.
You know lt, momma.

:04:41
-It's dead.
-What happened?

:04:44
Lucio, what happened?
:04:47
-Granny, we have to do it again.
-What happened?

:04:50
That damn computer.
:04:52
Son of a bitch!
:04:54
Okay.
:04:55
TeIl that drummer
to sIow down.

:04:59
Okay, but watch those Iong pauses.
:05:01
Spare me the singing Iessons!
:05:03
It's not that...
:05:05
Come on, enough garbage.
Let's record.

:05:08
Here, filI this up.
:05:09
No, Granny.
:05:11
Otherwise I walk.
:05:16
And hurry up,
I'Il miss my soap opera!

:05:37
lf loneliness sickens your soul...
:05:44
lfwlnter arrives at your window...
:05:49
Make room, Santa Claus is here!
:05:51
FinaIly.
:05:52
The lobsterthe other day
wasn't fresh.

:05:55
How can you say that?
:05:56
You know we Iove you, baby.
:05:59
-Always top-quality.
-How much?


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