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 tire l'aiguille ma
Ta robe doit tre

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

Under fingers flowers are created
Spangles letters, ones
Orange worn by mother
Is in the of your mother
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Tire tire ma fille, , ,
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Tire tire l'aiguille ma fille, , , 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 bouts de soie
Le chat sur le s'en donne coeur joie
Prs du feu qui danse, le se balance
Et berce ton pre

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

Your without saying a word
Finishes to fold trousseau
Your father will tomorrow, after the dance
That a costs lots of efforts
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Tire tire ma fille, , ,
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Tire tire l'aiguille ma fille, , , 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, , ,
La lumire de la lampe fume et
Tes yeux se couvrent d'un rideau de
Ne les laisse pas se fatiguer mon
Demain, il tre jolie

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

And the organ will sing
When finally take 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 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, , ,
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