Luyện nghe bài hát The White Roses

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

It was a kid a boy paris
His sole was his mother
A poor with big faded eyes
By and misery
Elle les fleurs, les roses surtout
Et le bambin, le dimanche
Lui des roses blanches
Au lieu d'acheter des
La bien tendrement
Il en les lui donnant

She flowers, especially roses
And the child, on sundays
Was bringing her some roses
Instead of buy for himself
her tenderly
He was saying giving them to her
c'est dimanche
Tiens ma maman
Voici des blanches
Toi qui les tant
Va je serai grand
au marchand
Toutes ses roses
Pour toi mam

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

On last brutal destiny
hitting the blond worker
She ill and for the hospital
The boy saw his leave
A of april among the walkers
Not having anymore a penny in his pocket
On the market the boy
Furtively stole flowers
The florist (woman) having him, lowering his eyes he told her
aujourd'hui dimanche
Et j'allais maman
J'ai ces roses blanches
Elle les tant
Sur son petit lit
L-bas m'attend
pris ces roses blanches
Pour ma mam

"today it's
And I was going to visit
I took white roses
She love so much
On her little bed
In there she's for me
I took white roses
For my mommy"
La mue doucement lui dit
emporte-les je te les
Elle l'embrassa et partit
rayonnant qu'on le pardonne
Puis l'hpital il vint en
offrir les fleurs sa mre
Mais en le une infirmire
Lui dit: tu n'as de mam
Et le gamin s'agenouillant, dit devant le lit blanc

The merchant told him softly
"have I give them to you"
She kissed him and he
All shinning he was forgiven
to the hospital he came running
To the flowers 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
aujourd'hui dimanche
Tiens ma jolie
des roses blanches
Toi qui les aimais
Et quand tu iras
Au jardin l-bas
Ces belles blanches
Tu les

"today sunday
my beautiful mom
Here are white roses
You who loved them so
And you'll leave
To the great up there
Those beautiful roses
You'll them along"