Luyện nghe bài hát Ce Matin-la [instrumental]

"I up this morning baby
The was pouring out of me"
fois ces mots je les ai dits
Ces mots que avaient ecrits
De ma voix, de toute mon ame
"With all the that I can"
Le comme on me l'a appris
"I woke up this baby"
Mais ce la, j'ai compris

"I woke up this baby
The was pouring out of me"
A times I said those words
Those words others
With all my voice, all my soul
"With all the that I can"
The blues I learned it
"I woke up this baby"
But that morning, I
La peine aux champs de coton
J'imaginais de mon
Les coups, le sang, les boueux
J'avais mal en les yeux

The hard work in the cotton
I was in my cocoon
The hits, the blood, the mud
I was hurt while closing my
"His far away"
J'ai des pardons, des prieres
Mais c'est pas des phrases en l'air

"His far away"
I have forgives, I prayers
But the blues isn't sentences you in the air
"I up this morning baby"
ce matin t'as vraiment froid
Tu du fond de ta poitrine
Tous les blues sont pour toi

"I woke up this baby"
But this morning you're cold
You understand deep in your
All the are written for you
"Oh, oh I feel, the in me
Nobody knows how I really
knows, nobody cares"
Les mots te brulent un par un s'ils
Comme t'appartiennent enfin
Ces etaient les tiens

"Oh, oh I feel, the in me
Nobody how I really feel
knows, nobody cares"
Words are burning one by one like if
if they are finally yours
Those blues yours
De ma voix, toute mon ame, "with all the soul that I can"
Le qu'on n'm'a jamais appris
"I up this morning, the blues was pouring out of me
knows, nobody sees"
With all my voice, all my soul, "with all the soul I can"
The I was never taught
"I up this morning, the blues was pouring out of me
knows, nobody sees"