Luyện nghe bài hát The White Roses

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

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

She loved flowers, especially
And the child, on sundays
Was bringing her some roses
of buy toys for himself
Caressing her
He was saying while giving to her
c'est aujourd'hui
ma jolie maman
Voici des blanches
Toi qui les aimes
Va quand je grand
au marchand
Toutes ses blanches
toi jolie mam

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

On last brutal destiny
Came the blond worker
She became ill and for the
The boy saw his leave
A morning of april among the
Not anymore a single penny in his pocket
On the the poor boy
Furtively stole some
The florist (woman) having caught him, his eyes he told her
c'est aujourd'hui
Et j'allais voir
pris ces roses blanches
Elle les tant
Sur son lit blanc
L-bas m'attend
J'ai pris ces roses
ma jolie mam

"today sunday
And I was going to mommy
I took those white
She them so much
On her white bed
In there she's for me
I took those white
For my mommy"
La marchande mue lui dit
je te les donne
Elle l'embrassa et l'enfant
Tout rayonnant qu'on le
Puis l'hpital il en courant
Pour les fleurs sa mre
en le voyant une infirmire
Lui dit: tu plus de mam
Et le gamin s'agenouillant, dit le petit lit blanc

The touched merchant him softly
"have I give them to you"
She him and he left
All that he was forgiven
Then to the hospital he running
To offer the to his mother
But seeing him a
Told him: "you no longer a mommy"
And the boy down told in front of the little white bed
c'est dimanche
Tiens ma jolie
des roses blanches
Toi qui les aimais
Et tu t'en iras
Au grand jardin
Ces belles roses
Tu les

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