Results for i didn’t get a word of that translation from English to Tagalog

i didn’t get a chance
maaaring naging

i garbage don't believe a word of it
i garbage don 't believe a word of it.

i don't understand a word of what he says.
hindi ko naiintindihan ang kahit anong salitang kanyang sinasabi.

even if we didn’t get a lesson
kahit hindi kami nakapag lesson

get a load of that one's ass.
tingan niyo puwet na iyan.

i didn’t get into college right away
good day ma'am ang rf ko po ay kahapon lng dumating kaya hindi ako agad nakaasok sa klase mo

at least i didn’t get on ksf<3
ikaw ay pipi

what a word of ifugao
kayo ba merong sariling prinsepyo

and i don't know a word of spanish except activo and passivo.
at wala akong ibang alam na espanol kundi activo at passivo.

a word of single love or only love
ukinnam

not by your old name i address you, no, not by the one you went by when living in the midst, mamang, name that kept you bound to cradle, washtub, sink stove and still your back bent and all your singing caked into silence, your dreaming crushed like fishbones in the traffic of daily need. your own name, then. amina. cold letters etched on stone in ormoc's graveyard hill, the syllables gliding still all music and glod upon the tongue of memory. amina. back here, no news you'd like to hear, or that you wouldn't know: one day at noon, in a year of war and famine, of volcanoes bursting and earthquakes shaking the ground we stood on, floodwaters broke the mountains. our city drowned in an hour's rampage. but you've gone ahead to this hill earlier, three years, you weren't there to witness what we had to do among the leavings of the water, mud, rubble, debris, countless bodies littering the streets-- your husband among them, a son, his wife, their children--how in a panic, we pried and scraped and shoveled from the ooze what had once been beloved, crammed them coffinless without ritual without tears into the maw of earth beside you up on that hill. amina, what have the angels to say of that gross outrage? you must know i keep my own name, times, i feel myself free to chosse the words of my singing, though in my own woman's voice, cracked with too much laughter, or anger, or tears, who's to listen, i don't know, admitting as i do no traffics with angels. i htink of your beauty fading and this, what's left for a daughter to touch-- your namestone mute among the grass greensinging, your name i raise to the wind like a prayer. if you hear it among the lift and fall of angel wings, oh please send word somehow. please let me know, have they given you back your voice?safe among the angels, what can a woman sing?
ormoc, tatlong taon pagkatapos ng baha hindi sa iyong lumang pangalan na hinarap ko sa iyo, hindi, hindi ng dumaan ka nang nakatira sa gitna namin