Luyện nghe bài hát La Complainte de la Butte

La lune trop bleme pose un diademe sur tes roux
La trop rousse de gloire eclabousse ton jupon plein d'trous
La lune pale caresse l'opale de tes yeux blases
Princesse de la rue soit la bienvenue dans mon coeur

The stairways up to la
Can the wreched sigh
While wings of the moulin
you and I

Original
[Les escaliers de la butte durs aux misereux
Les ailes du moulin les amoureux]
Petite mandigotte je ta menotte qui cherche ma main
Je sens ta poitrine et ta fine
mon chagrin
Je sens sur tes levres une odeur de de gosse mal nourri
Et sous ta caresse je une ivresse qui m'aneantit

The stairways up to la
Can make the sigh
While wings of the moulin
you and I

Original
escaliers de la butte sont durs aux misereux
Les ailes du moulin protegent les
Et voila qu'elle la lune qui flotte, la princesse aussi
La da da da da da da da da da
Mes reves
Les escaliers de la butte durs aux misereux
Les du moulin protegent les amoureux

Translation:
The moon, all too fair, in your russet-red sets a sparkling crown
The moon, all too red with glory, is spread on your poor, gown
The moon, all too white, caresses the light in world-weary eyes
Princess of the street, do allow me to greet you, my broken cries
The of Montmartre, all uphill, are hardest on the poor
The sails of the mill, wings, shelter all paramours
I feel, beggar-girl, your fetters, they as they seek out my wrists
I feel your young breasts, thin little waist
I my regrets
I taste on mouth the feverish breath of a half-starving waif
And with your I sense drunkenness erasing my life
The of Montmartre, all uphill, are hardest on the poor
The sails of the mill, like wings, all paramours
And see how she skips, the how she drifts,
The in tow
Da da da da da da da da da da
My grow
The steps of Montmartre, all uphill, are hardest on the
The sails of the mill, like wings, all paramours