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Elvis Presley - In The Ghetto (Music Video) (1969)
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
People, don't you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way
The child needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way
Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto
And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto
Then one night in desperation
The young man breaks the…
The young man breaks the…
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Bella ciao - Canção da resistência italiana (Legendado)
O mundo unido contra o COVID 19!
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quinta-feira, 19 de março de 2020
terça-feira, 18 de junho de 2019
quinta-feira, 31 de maio de 2018
quarta-feira, 9 de maio de 2018
sábado, 17 de março de 2018
The Cinematic Orchestra - To Build a Home
To Build a Home
There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
This is a place where I don't feel alone
This is a place where I feel at home
Wooden floors, walls and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
This is a place where I don't feel alone
This is a place where I feel at home
'Cause, I built a home
For you
For me
For you
For me
Until it disappeared
From me
From you
From me
From you
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust
Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed it's knees
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed it's knees
By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
And, I built a home
For you
For me
For you
For me
Until it disappeared
From me
From you
From me
From you
And now, it's time to leave
and turn to dust
Compositores: Jason Angus
Stoddart Swinscoe / Patrick Watson / Philip Jonathan France / Stella Page
Letras de To Build a Home ©
Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Intrigue Music, LLC
The Pretenders - I'll Stand By You
Oh, why you look so sad, the tears are in your eyes,
Come on and come to me now, and don't be ashamed to cry,
Let me see you through, 'cause I've seen the dark side too.
When the night falls on you, you don't know what to do,
Nothing you confess could make me love you less,
Come on and come to me now, and don't be ashamed to cry,
Let me see you through, 'cause I've seen the dark side too.
When the night falls on you, you don't know what to do,
Nothing you confess could make me love you less,
I'll stand by you,
I'll stand by you, won't let nobody hurt you,
I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you, won't let nobody hurt you,
I'll stand by you
So if you're mad, get mad, don't hold it all inside,
Come on and talk to me now.
Hey there, what you got to hide?
I get angry too, well, I'm alive like you.
When you're standing at the cross roads,
And don't know which path to choose,
Let me come along, 'cause even if you're wrong
Come on and talk to me now.
Hey there, what you got to hide?
I get angry too, well, I'm alive like you.
When you're standing at the cross roads,
And don't know which path to choose,
Let me come along, 'cause even if you're wrong
I'll stand by you,
I'll stand by you, won't let nobody hurt you,
I'll stand by you.
Baby, even to your darkest hour, and I'll never desert you,
I'll stand by you.
And when, when the night falls on you baby,
You're feeling all a lone, you're wandering on your own,
I'll stand by you.
I'll stand by you, won't let nobody hurt you,
I'll stand by you.
Baby, even to your darkest hour, and I'll never desert you,
I'll stand by you.
And when, when the night falls on you baby,
You're feeling all a lone, you're wandering on your own,
I'll stand by you.
I'll stand by you, won't let nobody hurt you,
I'll stand by you, baby even to your darkest hour,
And I'll never desert you,
I'll stand by you,
I'll stand by you, baby even to your darkest hour,
And I'll never desert you,
I'll stand by you,
I'll stand by you.
I'll stand by you, won't let nobody hurt you,
I'll stand by you, baby even to your darkest hour,
And I'll never desert you
I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you, won't let nobody hurt you,
I'll stand by you, baby even to your darkest hour,
And I'll never desert you
I'll stand by you
Compositores: Thomas Kelly / Christine Hynde / Billy Steinberg
Letras de I'll Stand By You © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Mulheres de Atenas
Mulheres de Atenas Chico Buarque - Augusto Boal/1976 Para a peça Mulheres de Atenas de Augusto Boal | |
Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas Vivem pros seus maridos, orgulho e raça de Atenas Quando amadas, se perfumam Se banham com leite, se arrumam Suas melenas Quando fustigadas não choram Se ajoelham, pedem, imploram Mais duras penas Cadenas Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas Sofrem por seus maridos, poder e força de Atenas Quando eles embarcam, soldados Elas tecem longos bordados Mil quarentenas E quando eles voltam sedentos Querem arrancar violentos Carícias plenas Obscenas Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas Despem-se pros maridos, bravos guerreiros de Atenas Quando eles se entopem de vinho Costumam buscar o carinho De outras falenas Mas no fim da noite, aos pedaços Quase sempre voltam pros braços De suas pequenas Helenas Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas Geram pros seus maridos os novos filhos de Atenas Elas não têm gosto ou vontade Nem defeito nem qualidade Têm medo apenas Não têm sonhos, só têm presságios O seu homem, mares, naufrágios Lindas sirenas Morenas Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas Temem por seus maridos, heróis e amantes de Atenas As jovens viúvas marcadas E as gestantes abandonadas Não fazem cenas Vestem-se de negro, se encolhem Se conformam e se recolhem Às suas novenas Serenas Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas Secam por seus maridos, orgulho e raça de Atenas 1976 © by Cara Nova Editora Musical Ltda. Av. Rebouças, 1700 Todos os direitos reservados. Copyright Internacional Assegurado. Impresso no Brasil |
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