Luyện nghe bài hát La Complainte Du Phoque En Alaska (english Translation)

by Beau
This was originally written in French.
me or not
Somewhere in
There's a who's feeling glum
His has left
To make her
In a circus in the United
the seal is alone
He looks at the
softly on the ice
He of the States
softly
That's how it is when your has left you
It's not worth it, to leave those you
To go and bounce a ball on nose
It makes children laugh, but that last long
No one laugh when the children have grown.
When the feels down
He looks at his fur shines
the streets of New York after the rain
He of Chicago
And of Marilyn
He to see his love do her show
It's a story
think me conceited
But sometimes I get the it's me
Who is there, on the ice
My face in my
My is gone, and I'm sad
It's not it, to leave those you love
To go and bounce a ball on your
It children laugh, but that doesn't last long
No one will laugh when the children grown.