Luyện nghe bài hát The White Roses

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

It was a kid a boy from
His family was his mother
A poor girls big faded eyes
By and misery
Elle aimait les fleurs, les roses
Et le bambin, le dimanche
Lui apportait des blanches
Au lieu d'acheter des
La clinant tendrement
Il en les lui donnant

She loved flowers, especially
And the belowed child, on
Was bringing her some roses
Instead of buy for himself
Caressing her
He was saying while them to her
c'est dimanche
ma jolie maman
Voici des blanches
Toi qui les tant
Va je serai grand
au marchand
Toutes ses roses
toi jolie mam

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

On last spring brutal
Came the blond worker
She ill and for the hospital
The boy saw his leave
A morning of among the walkers
Not anymore a single penny in his pocket
On the market the boy
Furtively stole flowers
The florist (woman) having caught him, lowering his eyes he her
c'est dimanche
Et voir maman
J'ai ces roses blanches
les aiment tant
Sur son petit lit
elle m'attend
J'ai pris ces blanches
ma jolie mam

"today sunday
And I was to visit mommy
I took those roses
She love so much
On her little bed
In there waiting for me
I those white roses
For my mommy"
La marchande mue lui dit
je te les donne
Elle et l'enfant partit
Tout rayonnant qu'on le
Puis il vint en courant
Pour offrir les sa mre
en le voyant une infirmire
Lui dit: tu n'as de mam
Et le s'agenouillant, dit devant le petit lit blanc

The touched merchant him softly
"have them I them to you"
She him and he left
All that he was forgiven
Then to the he came running
To offer the flowers to his
But seeing him a
Told him: "you no longer a mommy"
And the boy down told in front of the little white bed
aujourd'hui dimanche
Tiens ma maman
des roses blanches
Toi qui les tant
Et quand tu iras
Au jardin l-bas
Ces belles roses
Tu les

"today it's
my beautiful mom
Here are some roses
You who loved so much
And you'll leave
To the garden up there
Those beautiful roses
You'll bring along"