³ðø³ ïðî ë³òí³õ ôðóêòàõ àíãë³éñüêîþ ìîâîþ

³äåî: Ôðóêòè àíãë³éñüêîþ ìîâîþ. Àíãë³éñüêà äëÿ ïî÷àòê³âö³â.


³ðø³ ïðî ë³òí³õ ôðóêòàõ àíãë³éñüêîþ ìîâîþ³ðø³ ïðî ë³òî, ôðóêòàõ ³ ñïåö³. ϳä³éäóòü äëÿ áóäü-ÿêîãî óðîêó ç ä³òüìè

Fruits of Summer
Summer, oh Summer
With your succulent fruits
And that HEAT
Fiery days and sweltering nights
Days spent splashing in water
Liquid cool
To quench the burning
Nights spent praying
For a breeze to condescend
To grace us with it`s presence
The fiery sun blazes with life
The blue sky arcs over head
Tomatoes ripen and warm on the vine
And all is well
With the world

Óâàãà, ò³ëüêè ÑÜÎÃÎÄͲ!
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