Saturday, October 17, 2009

You Herd the Hat Home

I'm just amazed at how good the grammar is on this one: all those translations across seven languages. The result makes no sense, but it does so with surprisingly few grammar errors.
September 3 that day and I know because I used to remember the day my father die. I know, but I do not hear anything bad about the possibilities I have not. Mother told the truth about me. Then touch his head and said my son is my father's rock and roll. You herd the hat home and all his death from me alone.

Give up? Highlight the white below to learn.

"Papa Was a Rollin' Stone" as performed by the Temptations
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It was the third of September. That day I'll always remember, yes I will, because that was the day that my daddy died. I never got a chance to see him, never heard anything but bad things about him. Mama, I'm depending on you tell me the truth. And Mama just hung her head and said, "Son, Papa was a rolling stone. Wherever he laid his hat was his home, and when he died, all he left us was alone."

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