Luyện nghe bài hát The White Roses

C'tait un gamin un gosse de
Sa seule famille sa mre
Une fille aux grands yeux fltris
Par le et la misre

It was a kid a boy from
His sole family was his
A girls with big faded eyes
By sorrow and
Elle aimait les fleurs, les roses
Et le cher bambin, le
Lui des roses blanches
Au lieu d'acheter des
La bien tendrement
Il disait en les lui

She loved flowers, roses
And the child, on sundays
Was her some white roses
Instead of buy for himself
her tenderly
He was saying while them to her
aujourd'hui dimanche
Tiens ma jolie
Voici des roses
Toi qui les tant
Va je serai grand
au marchand
Toutes ses blanches
toi jolie mam

"today it's
Here my mom
Here are some roses
You who love them so
Go I'll grow old
I will buy the store
All of his white
For you mommy"
Au dernier printemps le brutal
Vint frapper la blonde
Elle tomba malade et l'hopital
Le vit partir sa mre
Un d'avril parmi les promeneurs
N'ayant un sous dans sa poche
Sur un march le pauvre
vola quelques fleurs
La fleuriste l'ayant surpris, en la tte il lui dit

On spring brutal destiny
hitting the blond worker
She ill and for the hospital
The boy saw his leave
A of april among the walkers
Not having anymore a single in his pocket
On the the poor boy
Furtively some flowers
The florist (woman) having caught him, his eyes he told her
c'est aujourd'hui
Et j'allais voir
J'ai pris ces blanches
les aiment tant
Sur son lit blanc
L-bas m'attend
J'ai pris ces blanches
Pour ma mam

"today sunday
And I was going to mommy
I took those white
She love so much
On her little bed
In there she's for me
I took those white
For my mommy"
La marchande mue lui dit
emporte-les je te les
Elle l'embrassa et partit
Tout rayonnant qu'on le
l'hpital il vint en courant
Pour offrir les sa mre
en le voyant une infirmire
Lui dit: tu plus de mam
Et le gamin s'agenouillant, dit devant le petit lit

The touched merchant him softly
"have them I give to you"
She him and he left
All shinning he was forgiven
Then to the he came running
To offer the to his mother
But seeing him a
Told him: "you no longer a mommy"
And the boy kneeling told in front of the little white bed
c'est dimanche
Tiens ma maman
des roses blanches
Toi qui les aimais
Et tu t'en iras
Au jardin l-bas
Ces roses blanches
Tu les

"today sunday
my beautiful mom
Here are some white
You who them so much
And when you'll
To the garden up there
Those white roses
You'll them along"