4 Da ears no hear good, Jalike somebody shut da doors dat let da street noise come inside. Dey hear ony litto bit noise cuz dey grind ony litto bit wheat, Peopo wake up wen da birds start fo sing, But dey no hear da tunes good.
I goin make shua dat no mo nobody from Jerusalem goin stay good inside o like make party. Even da bride an groom no goin say notting. No goin get noise from da stones dat make da wheat flour, an no goin get light from da olive oil lamps.
I eighty year ol now, you know. I no can tell if someting stay good o bad. I no can taste wat I eat o drink. I no can hear da voices from da guys an wahines wen dey sing. How come I goin make mo work fo you, my boss da king, aah?
No mo nobody goin eva play music inside yoa town no moa. No mo harp, o flute, o trumpet. No mo nobody goin hear da music no moa. No mo da guys dat know how fo make fancy kine stuffs. Nobody goin hear da noise from da millstone Dat grind flour fo yoa bread.
You Babylon guys goin be Jalike one wahine dat gotta sit down By da big heavy stone Fo grind da wheat jalike one slave Fo make flour, O one wahine dat gotta take off her head cloth An lif up her skirt so no come wet Wen she go across one stream.
