Ví dụ về việc sử dụng My old man trong Tiếng anh và bản dịch của chúng sang Tiếng việt
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My Old Man has been added.
Used to hate my old man.
My old man said follow the van.
No, not my old man.
My old man lent me this turd.
He was kind of an idiot, my old man.
Jpay and my old man being in prison.
So I don't really get to see my old man that much.
And my old man yelling' at me to"Wash your hands before supper, Luke.
Because that person… my old man was strong.”.
My old man's doing a plumbing job there and he heard they have an opening.
Before falling unconscious,Tidus finally realizes"that Sin really was my old man.".
My Old Man is a music hall song written in 1919[1] by Fred W.
There's streams of people going by and all sorts of guys come up and want to sell you things andI loved to sit there with my old man.
And my old man was the world heavyweight champion of Sicilian liars.
You go out and buy me a Sportsman, will you, Joe?” my old man said, and handed me a couple of soldi without looking away from Holbrook.
My old man, he seems to like you, but it's guys like you who brought down the Jaeger program.
Then a couple of guys came in and one of them patted me on the back and then went over andlooked at my old man and then pulled a sheet off the cot and spread it over him; and the other was telephoning in French for them to send the ambulance to take him out to Maisons.
My old man was a son of a bitch and a world-class prick, But he didn't deserve to die.
Everybody liked him and whenever I would come into theCafé in the forenoon I would find somebody drinking with him because my old man wasn't tight like most of these jockeys that have got the first dollar they made riding at the World's Fair in St.
When my old man was my age, when my brother was my age….
We would keep right on running out toward the mountains and then my old man would yell,“Hey, Joe!” and I would look back and he would be sitting under a tree with a towel he would had around his waist wrapped around his neck.
My old man tells me the Thorns make their own hats because they don't sell'em large enough for their big heads.
Second time Gillford and my old man started was a rainy Sunday at Auteuil in the Prix du Marat, a 4.500 meter steeplechase.
My old man used to read to me as a kid and I thought you know, maybe maybe I would start reading to Roque.
And I came up and my old man acted just as though the two of them weren't standing there and said,“Want an ice, Joe?”.
My old man bets five thousand on Kircubbin to win and puts on a thousand to place and we went around back of the grandstand to go up the stairs and get a place to watch the race.
Then Gillford rolled over to one side off my old man and got up and started to run on three legs with his off hoof dangling and there was my old man lying there on the grass flat out with his face up and blood all over the side of his head.