কিশোর বিবাহ ছিল, পুরানো লোকেরা মঙ্গল কামনা করেছিল.. Lyrics: 👉It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well You could see that Pierre did truly love the madamoiselle And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell, "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell They furnished off an apartment with a two room Roebuck sale The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale, But when Pierre found work, the little money comin' worked out well "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast Seven hundred little records, all rock, rhythm and jazz But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell They bought a souped-up jitney, 'twas a cherry red '53, They drove it down to Orleans to celebrate the anniversary It was there that Pierre was married to the lovely madamoiselle "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
Uno de los mejores temas del gran.C.Berry
All great dancers ,fantastic
Bravo!
Неплохо-неплохо😃
That's the kind of music I like not Dancing with the Stars
কিশোর বিবাহ ছিল, পুরানো লোকেরা মঙ্গল কামনা করেছিল..
Lyrics:
👉It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the madamoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell,
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
They furnished off an apartment with a two room Roebuck sale
The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale,
But when Pierre found work, the little money comin' worked out well
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records, all rock, rhythm and jazz
But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
They bought a souped-up jitney, 'twas a cherry red '53,
They drove it down to Orleans to celebrate the anniversary
It was there that Pierre was married to the lovely madamoiselle
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell