Luyện nghe bài hát Pull The Needle

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Tire tire ma fille, , ,

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tire l'aiguille ma fille, , ,
Tire l'aiguille ma fille, , ,

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

pull pull the needle my daughter
Tomorrow you get married my friend
Pull pull pull the my doughter
You dress has to be
Sous tes naissent des fleurs
Lettres de paillettes, de
Diadme d'orangers par mre
Est entre les de ta maman

Under your flowers are created
letters, diamonds ones
Orange diadem by mother
Is in the hands of your
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Tire l'aiguille ma fille, , ,
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Pull the needle my daughter, , ,
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Pull the needle my daughter, , ,
Pull pull the my daughter, , ,
Ta chambre est couverte de petits de soie
Le chat sur le s'en donne coeur joie
Prs du feu qui danse, le fauteuil se
Et ton pre endormi

Your room is covered little silk pieces
The cat on the carpet have very fun
Near the fire which dances, the armchair is
And rocks your asleep
Ta maman dire mot
de plier ton trousseau
Ton papa demain, aprs le bal
Qu'un cote bien du mal

Your without saying a word
Finishes to fold 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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Tire tire ma fille, , , tire tire l'aiguille ma fille, , ,

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Pull pull the my daughter, , ,
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pull the needle my daughter, , ,
Pull the needle my daughter, , ,
La lumire de la fume et chancelle
Tes yeux se couvrent d'un rideau de
Ne les pas se fatiguer mon amie
Demain, il tre jolie

The light of the lamp smokes and
Your eyes get covered with a curtain
Don't let bore you my friend
Tomorrow you be pretty
Et l'orgue chantera
Lorsqu'enfin tu lui le bras
Puissent des millions au fil des heures
Semer votre de bonheur

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