Luyện nghe bài hát The White Roses

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

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

She flowers, especially roses
And the child, on sundays
Was bringing her some white
Instead of buy toys for
her tenderly
He was while giving them to her
aujourd'hui dimanche
Tiens ma jolie
des roses blanches
Toi qui les aimes
Va quand je grand
J'achterai au
ses roses blanches
Pour toi mam

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

On last brutal destiny
hitting the blond worker
She became ill and for the
The boy saw his mother
A morning of april among the
Not having anymore a single penny in his
On the the poor boy
Furtively stole some
The florist (woman) having him, lowering his eyes he told her
c'est aujourd'hui
Et voir maman
J'ai pris ces roses
les aiment tant
Sur son lit blanc
elle m'attend
J'ai pris ces blanches
Pour ma mam

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

The touched told him softly
"have them I them to you"
She kissed him and he
All shinning he was forgiven
Then to the he came running
To the flowers to his mother
But him a nurse
Told him: "you no have a mommy"
And the boy kneeling down told in of the little white bed
c'est dimanche
Tiens ma jolie
Voici des blanches
Toi qui les aimais
Et tu t'en iras
Au grand jardin
Ces roses blanches
Tu les

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