Please help me translate this English poem!

Multi-ethnic people at the headquarters of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization (NATO) near Paris found that English was a simple language ... until they read it. In order to help them get rid of their accents, this poem is conceived like this. After the Frenchman tried it, he said loudly that he would rather do hard labor for six months than study.

Judge them yourself.

English is a difficult material to learn.

The dearest creature is creating,

Learn English pronunciation.

I will teach you my poem.

Sounds like corpses, legions, horses, and worse.

I'll keep you busy, Susie.

The increase in heat makes you dizzy.

Tears in your eyes will tear your clothes.

Me too! Oh, please listen to my prayer.

Please compare the heart, beard and hearing.

Mould and diet, sir.

Sword and sword, reservation and Britain.

Pay attention to this letter, how it is written. )

I believe it won't bother you now.

Such as plaque and malaria.

But pay attention to the way you speak:

The words are broken and grilled, but desolate and striped;

Chloe, how low is the oven?

Scripts, receipts, exhibitions, poems and toes.

Listen to me, there is no cheating.

Daughter, laughter and Trepsy Corey.

Intestinal fever, measles, upper abdomen, aisle.

Exile, simile, and abuse;

Scholars, parish priests and cigars.

Sun, mica, war generals and;

First, Anemone, Barmor Lehrer.

Kitchen, lichen, laundry room, laurel:

Gertrude, Germany, wind and mind.

Scene, Melboni, human.

Camping and ballet don't rhyme.

Bouquets, wallets, mallets, cabins.

Blood and flood are not like food.

Nor is it a mold that should and will.

Sticky, noble, loaded and extensive.

Go, approve, reward.

And recognition of your pronunciation.

When you say croquet correctly.

Surround, hurt, mourn and sift.

Friends and demons live and live.

Ivy, toilet, famous, noisy

Obsessed with rhymes and hammers.

Rivers, enemies, graves, bombs, combs.

Dolls and scrolls, and some families.

Strangers don't rhyme and are full of anger.

Nor was it swallowed into a clang.

The soul is dirty and haunts my aunt.

Font, front line, no, want, grand and allowance.

Shoes, go. Now let's talk about fingers first.

Then there is the singer Jiang, who lingers.

Truth, passion, lavender, yarn, moth eyebrow chisel and measuring instrument.

Marriage, leaves, mirage and age.

Asking questions that don't rhyme is very,

Or angry. Sounds like a funeral,