Höre den Song und fülle die nummerierten Lücken.
The kettle is 1, the morning is new,
I am 2 the paper, thinking of you.
The rain is 3 softly on the window pane,
The cat is 4, dreaming in the lane.
While the coffee's brewing, I am 5 for your call,
The toast is 6, the honey is dripping slow.
The world is turning outside my wall,
But here in this kitchen, time is moving slow.
The neighbors are 7 about the weekend news,
The pigeons are 8 on the window ledge.
I am 9 letters I will never send,
And stirring sugar, spoon by spoon, to the edge.
While the coffee's brewing, I am waiting for your call,
The toast is browning, the honey is dripping slow.
The world is turning outside my wall,
But here in this kitchen, time is moving slow.
The kettle is cooling, the morning is done,
I am still 10, but you never come.