Aǵylshyn tilinde án úırenýdiń mańyzdylyǵy
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Jınaqtaýshy avtor: Aǵylshyn til pániniń muǵalimi
Shampıkova Gúljanat
Alǵys sóz
Aǵylshyn tilinde án úırenýdiń mańyzdylyǵy.
Mektep bitirip shyqqan bala búkil álemge ózgeniń jáne óziniń ómirine bilim júzimen ashylǵan sanaly aqyl kózimen qaraı bilimniń kózdeıtin túpki maqsaty osy. Mektep osy baǵytta balanyń keleshekte jetilýine myqty negiz salýy kerek.
J. Aımaýytov
Ánmen jumys jasaý ádette mynadaı joldarmen ıaǵnı ereje arqyly júzege asady.
- tyńdaýǵa deıin
- tyńdaý kezinde
- tyńdaýdan keıin
Ándi tyńdatpas buryn muǵalim áýeli ánniń tarıhymen tanystyryp nemese qysqasha derek berip ótse oqýshylardyń ándi úırenip, este saqtaýlaryna zor yqpal etedi. Kezdesetin qıynshylyqtardyń aldyn alý úshin jańa leksıkany tanystyryp alǵanda jón.
Mundaı jaǵdaıda úırenýshiler ánniń mazmunyn jartylaı bilip otyrady. Ándi tyńdaýǵa nazaryn buryp, ándi tyńdap jatqan kezdegi oqýshylar zeıinin nazardan tys qaldyrmaı baqylaý qajet Ándi tyńdaǵannan keıin ánniń shýmaqtarymen jumys jasap, ár sóılemdi taldap, ánge baılanysty tapsyrmalar berip oqýshylardyń tildik qoryn molaıtady.
Bicycle built for two
Daisy, Daisy
give me your answer do
I’m half crazy
all for the love of you
It won’t be a stylish marriage
I can’t afford a carriage
But you’ll look sweet, upon the seat
Of a bicycle built for two
Animal fair
I went to the animal fair
The birds and the beasts were there
The big baboon by the light of the moon
Was combing his auburn hair
The monkey bumped the skunk
And sat on the elephant’s trunk
The elephant sneezed and fell to his knees
And that was the end of the monk
the monk, the monk, the monk
the monk, the monk, the monk
Jolly old Saint Nicholas
Lean your ear this way!
Don't you tell a single soul
What I'm going to say;
Christmas Eve is coming soon;
Now, you dear old man,
Whisper what you'll bring to me;
Tell me if you can.
When the clock is striking twelve,
When I'm fast asleep,
Down the chimney broad and black,
With your pack you'll creep;
All the stockings you will find
Hanging in a row;
Mine will be the shortest one,
You'll be sure to know.
Johnny wants a pair of skates;
Susy wants a dolly;
Nellie wants a story book;
She thinks dolls are folly;
As for me, my little brain
Isn't very bright;
Choose for me, old Santa Claus,
What you think is right.
Michael Finnegan
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
He had whiskers on his chinnegan
He cut ‘em off but they grew in again
Poor old Michael Finnegan
Begin again.
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
He went fishing with a pin again
Caught a fish but it flopped back it in again
Poor old Michael Finnegan
Begin again.
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
He ran a race and tried to win again
He fell down and bumped his shin again
Poor old Michael
Poor old Michael
Poor old Michael Finnegan
Don’t begin again.
Three little kittens
They lost their mittens,
And they began to cry,
Oh, mother, dear,
We sadly fear,
That we have lost our mittens.
What! Lost your mittens,
You naughty kittens,
Then you shall have no pie.
Meow, meow,
Then you shall have no pie.
Three little kittens,
They found their mittens,
And they began to cry,
Oh, mother, dear,
See here, see here,
For we have found our mittens.
Could join your mittens,
You silly kittens,
Then you shall have some pie.
Meow, meow,
Oh, let us have some pie.
Three little kittens,
Put on their mittens,
And soon ate up their pie.
Oh, mother, dear,
We greatly fear,
That we have soiled our mittens.
What! Soiled your mittens
Tolyq nusqasyn júkteý
Jınaqtaýshy avtor: Aǵylshyn til pániniń muǵalimi
Shampıkova Gúljanat
Alǵys sóz
Aǵylshyn tilinde án úırenýdiń mańyzdylyǵy.
Mektep bitirip shyqqan bala búkil álemge ózgeniń jáne óziniń ómirine bilim júzimen ashylǵan sanaly aqyl kózimen qaraı bilimniń kózdeıtin túpki maqsaty osy. Mektep osy baǵytta balanyń keleshekte jetilýine myqty negiz salýy kerek.
J. Aımaýytov
Ánmen jumys jasaý ádette mynadaı joldarmen ıaǵnı ereje arqyly júzege asady.
- tyńdaýǵa deıin
- tyńdaý kezinde
- tyńdaýdan keıin
Ándi tyńdatpas buryn muǵalim áýeli ánniń tarıhymen tanystyryp nemese qysqasha derek berip ótse oqýshylardyń ándi úırenip, este saqtaýlaryna zor yqpal etedi. Kezdesetin qıynshylyqtardyń aldyn alý úshin jańa leksıkany tanystyryp alǵanda jón.
Mundaı jaǵdaıda úırenýshiler ánniń mazmunyn jartylaı bilip otyrady. Ándi tyńdaýǵa nazaryn buryp, ándi tyńdap jatqan kezdegi oqýshylar zeıinin nazardan tys qaldyrmaı baqylaý qajet Ándi tyńdaǵannan keıin ánniń shýmaqtarymen jumys jasap, ár sóılemdi taldap, ánge baılanysty tapsyrmalar berip oqýshylardyń tildik qoryn molaıtady.
Bicycle built for two
Daisy, Daisy
give me your answer do
I’m half crazy
all for the love of you
It won’t be a stylish marriage
I can’t afford a carriage
But you’ll look sweet, upon the seat
Of a bicycle built for two
Animal fair
I went to the animal fair
The birds and the beasts were there
The big baboon by the light of the moon
Was combing his auburn hair
The monkey bumped the skunk
And sat on the elephant’s trunk
The elephant sneezed and fell to his knees
And that was the end of the monk
the monk, the monk, the monk
the monk, the monk, the monk
Jolly old Saint Nicholas
Lean your ear this way!
Don't you tell a single soul
What I'm going to say;
Christmas Eve is coming soon;
Now, you dear old man,
Whisper what you'll bring to me;
Tell me if you can.
When the clock is striking twelve,
When I'm fast asleep,
Down the chimney broad and black,
With your pack you'll creep;
All the stockings you will find
Hanging in a row;
Mine will be the shortest one,
You'll be sure to know.
Johnny wants a pair of skates;
Susy wants a dolly;
Nellie wants a story book;
She thinks dolls are folly;
As for me, my little brain
Isn't very bright;
Choose for me, old Santa Claus,
What you think is right.
Michael Finnegan
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
He had whiskers on his chinnegan
He cut ‘em off but they grew in again
Poor old Michael Finnegan
Begin again.
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
He went fishing with a pin again
Caught a fish but it flopped back it in again
Poor old Michael Finnegan
Begin again.
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
He ran a race and tried to win again
He fell down and bumped his shin again
Poor old Michael
Poor old Michael
Poor old Michael Finnegan
Don’t begin again.
Three little kittens
They lost their mittens,
And they began to cry,
Oh, mother, dear,
We sadly fear,
That we have lost our mittens.
What! Lost your mittens,
You naughty kittens,
Then you shall have no pie.
Meow, meow,
Then you shall have no pie.
Three little kittens,
They found their mittens,
And they began to cry,
Oh, mother, dear,
See here, see here,
For we have found our mittens.
Could join your mittens,
You silly kittens,
Then you shall have some pie.
Meow, meow,
Oh, let us have some pie.
Three little kittens,
Put on their mittens,
And soon ate up their pie.
Oh, mother, dear,
We greatly fear,
That we have soiled our mittens.
What! Soiled your mittens
Tolyq nusqasyn júkteý
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