Etiquetas:
Otros Ejercicios
Completa los huecos, después pulsa el botón Score para chequear tus respuestas
They me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my eyes and [ . . . ]
For her the colour of the roses that grew down the river, all and wild
When he on my and entered the room
My trembling in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand, he wiped up the tears went down my face
They call me The but my was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the wild roses so sweet and and free?'
On the second day he smiled with a rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?'
I my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I show you the roses you follow?'
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
On the third day he took me to the river
He me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered as he knelt above me with a in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All beauty must die'
And I lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
Why they me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my eyes and [ . . . ]
For her the colour of the roses that grew down the river, all and wild
When he on my and entered the room
My trembling in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand, he wiped up the tears went down my face
They call me The but my was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the wild roses so sweet and and free?'
On the second day he smiled with a rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?'
I my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I show you the roses you follow?'
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
On the third day he took me to the river
He me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered as he knelt above me with a in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All beauty must die'
And I lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
Click en la palabra para obtener su definición.
( Traducción Automática )
Con tecnología de Microsoft® Translator
