A Licão
Eu li a respéito
Aprendi a liçao
As mulheres chorando
E os homens no chão
As crianças gemendo
E o féitor com a chibata na mão
As crianças gemendo
E o féitor com a chibata na mão

O filho do negro era escravo
O do coronel tinhá liberdade
Pra estudar na capital
E do negro
No arraial
Onde o lápis do negro era foice
E o caderno
Canavial

Vem vamos embora
Que esperar não é saber
Quem sabe faz a hora
Não espéra acontecer

Vem vamos embora
Que esperar não é saber
Quem sabe faz a hora
Não espéra acontecer

La La La Ue, La La La Ue
La La La Ue, La La La Ue


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I read the lesson
I learned the lesson
The women crying
And the men on the ground
The children moaning
And the slave driver with the lash in his hand
The children moaning
And the slave driver with the lash in his hand

The black man's son was a slave
The colonel's son had freedom
To study in the capital capital
And the negro's
In the village
Where the negro's pencil was a scythe
And the notebook
A plantation

Come let's go
That waiting is not knowing
Who knows makes the time
It doesn't wait to happen

Come let's go
That waiting is not knowing
Who knows makes the time
It doesn't wait to happen

La La La Ue, La La La Ue
La La La Ue, La La La U