Letra de No French, No More - Zachary Richard
Letra de canci�n de No French, No More de Zachary Richard lyrics
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
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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?
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
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/no-french--no-more-zachary-richard.php
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?
