CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : Finale Ultimo

When you are afraid, make believe you brave. You tell them how you do. Tell them. Let it be last thing you teach. 

Whenever I feel afraid
I hold my head erect
And whistle a happy tune
So no one will suspect
I'm afraid
While shivering in my shoes
I strike a careless pose
And whistle a happy tune
And no one ever knows
I'm afraid

You see? Make believe you brave. You whistle. Whistle! You show them!

Yeah, that's wonderful. 

Mother... It's the boat! It's time!

Louis, please go down and ask Captain Orton to take all our boxes off the ship. And have everything moves back into our house. 

Silence! This is disorganized behavior for bedroom of dying king! Chulalongkorn, come! Mrs. Anna, you take notes from next king. Well, well, well. Suppose you are king. Is there nothing you would do?

I would make proclamation. 

Yes, yes. What is this proclamation?

Regarding custom of bowing to king in fashion of a lowly toad. I do not believe this is good thing, causing embarra**ing fatigue of body, degrading experience for soul, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. This is bad thing, I believe. 

This proclamation against bowing I believe to be your fault!

Oh, I hope so, Your Majesty. I do hope so.