歌曲 | No French, No More |
歌手 | Zachary Richard |
专辑 | Women in the Room |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Richard, Shreve | |
My Papa was a hard working mand, | |
Held a plow inside a caloused hand. | |
Up before the sun out on theland. | |
Try to give us everything he can. | |
He sent us off to school when a teacher came, | |
He said, "My boy try hard, do the best you can." | |
But the teacher we could not understand | |
Because she only talked "Américain". | |
Papa couldn't tell us and it didn't make no sense | |
When the teacher told us we couldn't talk no French no more. | |
Things were changing fast it Louisiane, | |
Cajun can't talk English feel ashamed. | |
But nowadays, it's getting so you can't | |
Tell the Cajuns from Amércains. | |
Papa couldn't tell us and it didn't make no sense | |
When the teacher told us we couldn't talk no French no more. | |
Do you hear me calling, do you understand? | |
Once it is gone, it ain't never coming back no more. | |
I got me a job just like my Papa planned, | |
I wear a suit and dirt never touch my hand, | |
But I still see the look in my Papa's eyes, | |
The pain and the shame that he just could not hide. | |
Papa couldn't tell us and it didn't make no sense | |
When the teacher told us we couldn't talk no French no more. | |
Do you hear me calling, do you understand? | |
Once it is gone, it ain't never coming back no more. | |
Hé, mon cher garçon, | |
Est-ce que tu me comprends? |
zuo qu : Richard, Shreve | |
My Papa was a hard working mand, | |
Held a plow inside a caloused hand. | |
Up before the sun out on theland. | |
Try to give us everything he can. | |
He sent us off to school when a teacher came, | |
He said, " My boy try hard, do the best you can." | |
But the teacher we could not understand | |
Because she only talked " Ame ricain". | |
Papa couldn' t tell us and it didn' t make no sense | |
When the teacher told us we couldn' t talk no French no more. | |
Things were changing fast it Louisiane, | |
Cajun can' t talk English feel ashamed. | |
But nowadays, it' s getting so you can' t | |
Tell the Cajuns from Ame rcains. | |
Papa couldn' t tell us and it didn' t make no sense | |
When the teacher told us we couldn' t talk no French no more. | |
Do you hear me calling, do you understand? | |
Once it is gone, it ain' t never coming back no more. | |
I got me a job just like my Papa planned, | |
I wear a suit and dirt never touch my hand, | |
But I still see the look in my Papa' s eyes, | |
The pain and the shame that he just could not hide. | |
Papa couldn' t tell us and it didn' t make no sense | |
When the teacher told us we couldn' t talk no French no more. | |
Do you hear me calling, do you understand? | |
Once it is gone, it ain' t never coming back no more. | |
He, mon cher gar on, | |
Estce que tu me comprends? |
zuò qǔ : Richard, Shreve | |
My Papa was a hard working mand, | |
Held a plow inside a caloused hand. | |
Up before the sun out on theland. | |
Try to give us everything he can. | |
He sent us off to school when a teacher came, | |
He said, " My boy try hard, do the best you can." | |
But the teacher we could not understand | |
Because she only talked " Amé ricain". | |
Papa couldn' t tell us and it didn' t make no sense | |
When the teacher told us we couldn' t talk no French no more. | |
Things were changing fast it Louisiane, | |
Cajun can' t talk English feel ashamed. | |
But nowadays, it' s getting so you can' t | |
Tell the Cajuns from Amé rcains. | |
Papa couldn' t tell us and it didn' t make no sense | |
When the teacher told us we couldn' t talk no French no more. | |
Do you hear me calling, do you understand? | |
Once it is gone, it ain' t never coming back no more. | |
I got me a job just like my Papa planned, | |
I wear a suit and dirt never touch my hand, | |
But I still see the look in my Papa' s eyes, | |
The pain and the shame that he just could not hide. | |
Papa couldn' t tell us and it didn' t make no sense | |
When the teacher told us we couldn' t talk no French no more. | |
Do you hear me calling, do you understand? | |
Once it is gone, it ain' t never coming back no more. | |
Hé, mon cher gar on, | |
Estce que tu me comprends? |