Luyện nghe bài hát Pull The Needle

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tire l'aiguille ma fille, , ,

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Pull pull the my daughter, , ,
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Pull pull the my daughter, , ,
Pull pull the my daughter, , ,
tire tire l'aiguille ma fille
Demain demain tu te mon amie
Tire tire l'aiguille ma fille
Ta robe tre finie

Pull pull the needle my daughter
Tomorrow tomorrow you get married my
Pull pull pull the needle my
You dress has to be
tes doigts naissent des fleurs
Lettres de paillettes, de
Diadme port par mre
Est les mains de ta maman

Under fingers flowers are created
letters, diamonds ones
Orange worn by mother
Is in the hands of mother
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Pull pull the my daughter, , ,
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Pull pull the my daughter, , ,
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Ta chambre est couverte de bouts de soie
Le sur le tapis s'en donne coeur joie
Prs du feu qui danse, le se balance
Et ton pre endormi

Your room is covered with silk pieces
The cat on the have very much fun
Near the fire dances, the armchair is rocking
And rocks your asleep
Ta maman sans mot
Achve de ton trousseau
Ton papa saura demain, le bal
Qu'un cote bien du mal

Your mother without a word
Finishes to your trousseau
Your father will know tomorrow, after the
That a mariage lots of efforts
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tire l'aiguille ma fille, , ,
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Pull pull the my daughter, , ,
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Pull pull the my daughter, , ,
pull the needle my daughter, , ,
La lumire de la lampe et chancelle
Tes yeux se couvrent rideau de dentelles
Ne les laisse pas se fatiguer mon
Demain, il faut tre

The light of the smokes and wobles
Your eyes get covered a lacy curtain
Don't let them bore you my
Tomorrow you must be
Et quand l'orgue
tu lui prendras le bras
Puissent des millions au fil des heures
Semer votre route de

And when the will sing
When finally take his arm
Hope millions of star along the hours
Sowing you of joy
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Tire tire ma fille, , ,
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Tire l'aiguille ma fille, , , tire tire l'aiguille ma fille, , ,

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Pull the needle my daughter, , ,
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pull the needle my daughter, , ,
Pull the needle my daughter, , ,
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