Songs- Sight Words

Songs- Sight Words

By Mrs. Bernard

​"We Don't Talk About Bruno"

​KARAOKE: "We Don't Talk About Bruno"

​WE DON’T TALK ABOUT BRUNO​

We don’t talk about Bruno, no, no, no.

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We don’t talk about Bruno, but

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it was my wedding day (it was our wedding day).

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We were getting ready

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and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky).

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Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (thunder).

You telling this story or am I? 

(I’m sorry, mi vida, go on)

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Bruno says, “It looks like rain” 

(why did he tell us?)

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In doing so, he floods my brain 

(Abuela, get the umbrellas)

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Married in a hurricane 

(what a joyous day, but anyway)

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​We don’t talk about Bruno, no, no, no (no, no).

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We don’t talk about Bruno.

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(We don’t talk about Bruno).

Hey, grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling.

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I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling.

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I associate him with the sound of falling sand

(ch, ch, ch).

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It’s a heavy lift with a gift so humbling.

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Always left Abuela and the family fumbling

Grappling with prophecies they couldn’t understand. 

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Do you understand?

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​A seven-foot frame, rats along his back.

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When he calls your name it all fades to black.

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Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey).

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We don’t talk about Bruno, no, no, no 

(no, no).

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We don’t talk about Bruno. 

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(We don’t talk about Bruno).

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He told me my fish would die, the next day, dead (no, no).

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He told me I’d grow a gut and just like he said (no, no).

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He said that all my hair would disappear, now, look at my head 

(no, no).

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Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read.