paroles des chansons typiques en oz

oh!! en voila une idee sympa!!

Je me suis toujours dit que lorsque j’arriverai a comprendre les paroles des chansons en anglais je pourrai me dire : yes, je parle anglais!! Et ben c’est cool d’avoir ce genre de petites traductions sur les expressions imagees, ca va enrichir mon voc!! 😛

Thanks Kate!!

clem 🙂

Super idee Kate :listen:
L’une de mes preferees

Traveling in a fried-out combie
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
She took me in and gave me breakfast
And she said,

« Do you come from a land down under?
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover. »

Buying bread from a man in Brussels
He was six foot four and full of muscles
I said, « Do you speak-a my language? »
He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich
And he said,

« I come from a land down under
Where beer does flow and men chunder
Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover. »

Lying in a den in Bombay
With a slack jaw, and not much to say
I said to the man, « Are you trying to tempt me
Because I come from the land of plenty? »
And he said,

« Oh! Do you come from a land down under? (oh yeah yeah)
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover. »

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They are from TV ads, aren’t they? the first and last one recall something.

Um Cecile, I dont think the last one about baked beans and farting was a tv ad, more a silly song we kids sung at school.

I dont know the title for this, but learnt it at school too.

Ive been around the world a couple of times or maybe more
Ive seen the sights, Ive had delights
On every foreign shore
But when my friends all ask me
The place that I adore, I tell them right away

Give me a home amung the gum trees
With lots of plum trees
A sheep or two and a kangaroo
A clothes line out the back
Veranda out the front
And an old rocking chair

Some people live in houses
And some beneath the ground
Others live in mansions, with fences all around
But me I like the bush you know
With rabbits running around
And a pumpkin vine out the back.

Give me a home amung the gum trees
With lots of plum trees
A sheep or two and a kangaroo
A clothes line out the back
Veranda out the front
And an old rocking chair.

Another one 🙂

I think I hear the sounds of then,
And people talking,
The scenes recalled, by minute movement,
And songs they fall, from the backing tape.
That certain texture, that certain smell,

To lie in sweat, on familiar sheets,
In brick veneer on financed beds.
In a room, of silent hardiflex
That certain texture, that certain smell,

Brings home the heavy days,
Brings home the night time swell,

Out on the patio we’d sit,
And the humidity we’d breathe,
We’d watch the lightning crack over canefields
Laugh and think, this is Australia.

The block is awkward – it faces west,
Long diagonals, and sloping too.
And in the distance, through the heat haze,
In convoys of silence the cattle graze.

That certain texture, that certain beat,
Brings forth the night time heat.

Out on the patio we’d sit,
And the humidity we’d breathe,
We’d watch the lightning crack over canefields
Laugh and think that this is Australia.

To lie in sweat, on familiar sheets,
In brick veneer on financed beds.
In a room of silent hardiflex
That certain texture, that certain smell,

Brings forth the heavy days,
Brings forth the night time sweat

Out on the patio we’d sit,
And the humidity we’d breathe,
We’d watch the lightning crack over canefields
Laugh and think, this is Australia.

Out on the patio we’d sit,
And the humidity we’d breathe,
We’d watch the lightning crack over canefields
Laugh and think, this is Australia.

Coucou,

Tu l’a certainement entendue a la radio.
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