Luyện nghe bài hát Ce Matin-la [instrumental]

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

"I up this morning baby
The was pouring out of me"
A hundred times I those words
Those words wrote
With all my voice, with all my
"With all the that I can"
The like I learned it
"I woke up this baby"
But that morning, I
La peine aux longs de coton
de mon cocon
Les coups, le sang, les boueux
J'avais mal en fermant les

The hard work in the fields
I was imagining in my
The hits, the blood, the mud
I was hurt closing my eyes
"His far away"
J'ai des pardons, j'ai des
l'blues 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
les blues sont ecrits pour toi

"I woke up morning baby"
But this you're really cold
You understand deep in chest
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 s'ils enfin
Ces blues etaient les

"Oh, oh I feel, the in me
Nobody how I really feel
knows, nobody cares"
Words are your one by one like if
Like if they are finally
Those blues were
De toute ma voix, toute mon ame, "with all the that I can"
Le blues n'm'a jamais appris
"I up this morning, the blues was pouring out of me
Nobody knows, sees"
all my voice, all my soul, "with all the soul that I can"
The blues I was taught
"I up this morning, the blues was pouring out of me
Nobody knows, sees"