J'me suis chopé cinq cent lignes :

J'me suis chopé cinq cent lignes :
"Je n'dois pas parler en classe"
Ras l'bol de la discipline !
Y'en a marre, c'est digoulasse !
C'est même pas moi qui parlais,
Moi j'répondais à Arthur
Qui me demandait, en anglais,
Comment s'écrit No Future

Si on est puni pour ça
Alors j'dis "Halte à tout !"
Explique-moi, Papa,
C'est quand qu'on va où ?

C'est quand même un peu galère
D'aller chaque jour au chagrin
Quand t'as tell'ment d'gens sur Terre
Qui vont pointer chez "fout-rien"
'Vec les d'voirs à la maison
J'fais ma s'maine de soixante heures,
Non seul'ment pour pas un rond,
Mais en plus pour finir chômeur !

Veulent me gaver comme une oie
Avec des matières indigestes,
J'aurai oublié tout ça
Quand j'aurai appris tout l'reste,
Soulève un peu mon cartable,
L'est lourd comme un cheval mort,
Dix kilos d'indispensables
Théorèmes de Pytahgore !

Si j'dois m'avaler tout ça
Alors j'dis "Halte à tout !"
Explique-moi, Papa
C'est quand qu'on va où ?

L'essentiel à nous apprendre
C'est l'amour des livres qui fait

Qu'tu peux voyager d'ta chambre
Autour de l'humanité,
C'est l'amour de ton prochain,


Même si c'est un beau salaud,
La haine ça n'apporte rien,
Puis elle viendra bien assez tôt

Si on nous apprend pas ça
Alors j'dis "Halte à tout !"
Explique-moi, Papa
C'est quand qu'on va où ?

Quand j's'rai grande
j'veux être heureuse,
Savoir dessiner un peu,
Savoir m'servir d'une perceuse,
Savoir allumer un feu,
Jouer peut-être du violoncelle,
Avoir une belle écriture,
Pour écrire des mots rebelles
À faire tomber tous les murs !

Si l'école permet pas ça
Alors j'dis "Halte à tout !"
Explique-moi, Papa
C'est quand qu'on va où ?

Tu dis que si les élections
Ça changeait vraiment la vie,
Y'a un bout d'temps, mon colon,
Qu'voter ça s'rait interdit !
Ben si l'école ça rendait
Les hommes libres et égaux,
L'gouvernement décid'rait
Qu'c'est pas bon pour les marmots !

Si tu penses un peu comme moi
Alors dis "Halte à tout !"
Et maintenant, Papa
C'est quand qu'on va où ?

Et Si tu penses un peu comme moi
Alors dis "Halte à tout !"
Et maintenant, Papa
C'est quand qu'on va où ?

C'est quand qu'on va où ?

Résultats (Anglais) 1:

I busted five hundred lines: "I don't have to speak in class" RAS the bowl of discipline! Y' in a tired, it is digoulasse! It is not me who was talking,. Me I answered Arthur Who asked me in English How is written No Future If it is punished for it So I say 'Stop everything!' Tell me, Dad, It is when it goes where? It's still a little galley To go each day to the grief When you tell'ment people on Earth Which will point at "fout-nothing" ' Ith the of authorities at home I do my is maine's sixty hours,. Not only ' ment for not a round, But in addition to end up unemployed! Want to force-feed me like a goose With indigestible materials, I have forgotten everything When I have learned all the rest, Raises a little my binder, The heavy is like a dead horse. Ten kilos of essential Theorems of Pytahgore! If I have to swallow me everything So I say 'Stop everything!' Tell me, Dad It is when it goes where? The most to teach us Love of books making it What can you travel from your room Around of humanity, It is the love of your neighbor, Even if it is a beautiful bastard, Hate it does nothing, And then she will come soon enough well If we are taught not it So I say 'Stop everything!' Tell me, Dad It is when it goes where? When I make large rai I want to be happy, Know how to draw a little, Know use me a drill, Namely light the fire Play maybe the cello, Have a beautiful writing, To write rebel words To break down all the walls! If the school not allow it So I say 'Stop everything!' Tell me, Dad It is when it goes where? You say that if elections It really changed the life, Y' has an end time, my colon,. That vote it will be banned! Ben if school it drove Men free and equal, The Government decided ' rait That is not good for the Brats!If you think a little like me So to say 'Stop everything!' And now, Daddy It is when it goes where? And if you think a little like me So to say 'Stop everything!' And now, Daddy It is when it goes where? It is when it goes where?

Résultats (Anglais) 2:

I figured nabbed five hundred lines:
"I n'dois not talk in
class"! Ras the bowl of discipline
Enough 's enough, is digoulasse!
It's not even me talking,
I j' answering Arthur
who asked me in English
how writing is No Future If one is punished for that so I says "Stop it!" Tell me, Dad, It's when we're going where? C ' is still a bit of a chore To go each day to grief when you got tell'ment of people on Earth who will point at "fout-nothing '' Vec Also see the home J'fais my s'maine sixty hours Not seul'ment not for a round, but more to finish unemployed! Want feed me like a goose with indigestible materials, I will have forgotten it all When I learned all the rest, Raises a bit my satchel, The is heavy like a dead horse, Ten kilos of essential theorems Pytahgore! If I gotta swallow me this so I says "Stop it!" Tell me, Daddy It's when that 'where are we going? The key thing to teach us this love of books which qu'tu can travel to your room around humanity, It is love thy neighbor, even if it' is a bastard, Hate it does nothing, then it will come soon enough if not we are taught that So I says "Stop it!" Tell me, Daddy It's when we're going where? When j's'rai high I wanna be happy, learn to draw a little Know m'servir a drill, Know start a fire, Playing perhaps the cello, Have a beautiful handwriting, to write words rebel To drop all the walls! If the school allows not that So I says "Stop it!" Tell me, Daddy It's when we're going where? You say that if elections It really changed life, Y ' After a while, my colon, Qu'voter it s'rait forbidden! Ben if the school that made ​​the free and equal, the government décid'rait qu'c'est not good for brats! If you think a bit like me then say "Stop it!" And now, Daddy It's when we're going where? And if you think a bit like me then say "Stop it!" And now Papa C ' is when are we going where? It's when we're going where?

Résultats (Anglais) 3:

i've got five hundred lines: "i must not talk in class", "sick of this discipline. - enough, it's digoulasse. it's not me talking, i said to arthur, who asked me in english, how to write, if you no future "shall be punished for it, so i say," stop it! " - tell me, dad, that's when we go. "it is a bit hard.go every day in pain, when you love of people on earth, which will show up in "doing nothing" and with the homework at home, i do my week of 60 hours, right seul'for him, but also to get out. "want to eat like a goose with indigestible material, i have forgotten it when i learned all the rest, is a little backpack.this is like a dead horse, ten pounds of vital and pytahgore theorems. "if i got to swallow, then i say," stop it! " - tell me, dad, that's when we go. "the key to teach us, it is the love of books is" that you can travel to your room "on humanity, that is the love of your neighbor," even if it's a bastard.there is no hatred, then it comes soon enough. "if we learn it, then i say," stop it! " - tell me, dad, that's when we go. when i was in the high, i want to be happy, because, can draw a little bit, i know how to use a drill, is to light a fire, perhaps play the cello, and have a good writing, to write words rebels.to take down all the walls. "if the school is not, then i say," stop it! " - tell me, dad, that's when we go. "you say that if the election, it was really the life, there is a little bit, colon, and that it would be allowed to vote. - well, if it was the school's men's free and equal in dignity and rights, and the government décid'would be that it's not good for the kids.



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