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No Shoes

John Lee Hooker
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OriginalIrish Transcreation by Gabriel Rosenstock
NO SHOES


No food on my table
And no shoes to go on my feet
No food on my table
And no shoes to go on my feet
My children cry for mercy
They got no place to call your own.

Hard times, hard times
Hard times seems like they’re here to stay
Hard times, hard times
Hard times seems like they’re here to stay
If someone don't help me
And I just can't be around free much long.

No shoes on my feet
And no food to go on my table
Oh no, too sad
Children crying for bread.
NÍL BIA AR AN MBORD

Níl bia ar an mbord
Is tá mo chosa gan bhróg
Níl bia ar an mbord
Is tá mo chosa gan bhróg
Trócaire, a deir na leanaí
Mar nach bhfuil díon os a gcionn

Drochshaol, drochshaol
Drochshaol, drochshaol atá lán d'éad
Drochshaol, drochshaol
Drochshaol, drochshaol atá lán d'éad
Mura bhfaighimse lámh chúnta
Ní bheidh mé anseo i gceann trí mhí

Níl bia ar an mbord
Is tá mo chosa gan bhróg
Níl bia ar an mbord
Is tá mo chosa gan bhróg
Trócaire, a deir na leanaí
Mar nach bhfuil díon os a gcionn

Drochshaol, drochshaol
Drochshaol, drochshaol atá lán d'éad
Drochshaol, drochshaol
Drochshaol, drochshaol atá lán d'éad
Mura bhfaighimse lámh chúnta
Ní bheidh mé anseo i gceann trí mhí

Mo chosa gan bhróg
Is níl aon bhia ag dul ar an mbord
Mo chosa gan bhróg
Is níl aon bhia ag dul ar an mbord
Ó, nach brónach!
Scread aráin na leanaí.




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