Question

Стихотворение на англиском языке про HOUSE!!!

Answer 1

My little horse must think it queer       Моя лошадка должна считать странным
To stop without a farmhouse near       Остановиться не около дома
Between the woods and frozen lake    Между лесом и замерзшим озером,
The darkest evening of the year.         В самый темный вечер года.
 
Let's go to my house.                              Давай пойдём в мой дом,
Let's go today.                                        Давай пойдём сегодня          
I'll show you all the rooms                        Я покажу тебе все комнаты,
Where we work and play.                         Где мы работаем и играем.
Here is the kitchen                                  Здесь кухня,
Where Mother cooks for me.                    Где мама готовит для меня.
Here is the living room                             Здесь гостиная,
Where I watch TV.                                  Где я смотрю телевизор.
Here is the dining room.                          Здесь столовая.
We eat here every day.                           Мы едим здесь каждый день.
And this room is my room                       И это моя комната,
Where I sleep and play.                          Где я сплю и играю.

Answer 2

The House That Jack Built: Text of Audio

This is the house that Jack built.

This is the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the rat
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cat
That killed the rat
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the dog
That worried the cat
That killed the rat
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog
That worried the cat
That killed the rat
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog
That worried the cat
That killed the rat
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog
That worried the cat
That killed the rat
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the priest all shaven and shorn
That married the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog
That worried the cat
That killed the rat
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cock that crowed in the morn
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn
That married the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog
That worried the cat
That killed the rat
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the farmer who sowed the corn
That fed the cock that crowed in the morn
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn
That married the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog
That worried the cat
That killed the rat
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

Answer 3

Конечно, вот для вас стихотворение на английском языке о доме:

In the heart of the street, a structure stands tall, A place we call home, embracing us all. Brick by brick, its foundation is strong, Where laughter echoes and memories prolong.

Windows that witness the sunrise's embrace, Walls that cradle us in a comforting grace. Each room tells a tale, whispers of the past, A sanctuary where time moves not too fast.

The door, a gateway to our cherished space, Welcoming all with a warm embrace. Roof overhead, a protective shield, Against storms of life, it bravely will wield.

In the kitchen, aromas weave stories untold, Love served on platters, memories unfold. Bedrooms cradle dreams in a gentle embrace, Where sleep is a journey to a tranquil place.

The garden outside, a canvas of delight, Flowers bloom, and birds take flight. In every corner, a piece of our soul, A symphony of life that makes us whole.

So here's to the house, a haven so sweet, Where love and laughter continue to meet. A dwelling of dreams, a fortress of care, In its walls, the echoes of a life we share.