samedi 29 septembre 2012
jeudi 27 septembre 2012
vendredi 21 septembre 2012
The red suede shoes.
Hier je me suis acheté des souliers rouges.
Les miens sont tout décousus.
Mais je ne veux pas les mettre avant l'hivers,
Ils sont pleins de fourrure.
Feed the birds.
Early each day to the steps of Saint Paul's
The little old bird woman comes
In her own special way to the people she call,
"Come, buy my bags full of crumbs;
Come feed the little birds,
Show them you care
And you'll be glad if you do
Their young ones are hungry
Their nests are so bare
All it takes is tuppence from you
Feed the birds, tuppence a bag
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag
Feed the birds," that's what she cries
While overhead, her birds fill the skies
All around the cathedral the saints and apostles
Look down as she sells her wares
Although you can't see it,
You know they are smiling
Each time someone shows that he cares
Though her words are simple and few
Listen, listen, she's calling to you
"Feed the birds, tuppence a bag
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag"
mercredi 19 septembre 2012
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samedi 8 septembre 2012
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