Weekly Song
É tão difícil escolher uma música para vocês.
Nós tentamos sempre passar alguma música que dê a dica de algo gramatical, ou alguma música que passe uma boa mensagem.
Muitos alunos são fãs da Beyoncé e nos pedem algo dela, mas grande parte das músicas dela tem a letra terrível.
Mas essa em particular tem uma mensagem extraordinária, composta pela também cantora Sai Furler, a música dá um tapa na cara da sociedade, mostrando que você menina, você mulher, não precisam se submeter a nada para ficar bonita, pois perfeição não existe
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qM1dMkdWApA
PRETTY HURTS – BEYONCÉ
Mama said, "You're a pretty girl"
What's in your head, it doesn't matter
Brush your hair, fix your teeth
What you wear is all that matters
Just another stage
Pageant the pain away
This time, I'm gonna take the crown
Without falling down, down,down
Pretty hurts
Shine the light on whatever's worse
Perfection is a disease of a nation
(Pretty hurts, pretty hurts)
Pretty hurts
Shine the light on whatever's worse
Tryna fix something
But you can't fix what you can't see
It's the soul that needs a surgery
Blonder hair, flat chest
TV says bigger is better
South beach, sugar free
Vogue says
Thinner is better
Just another stage
Pageant the pain away
This time, I'm gonna take the crown
Without falling down, down, down
Pretty hurts
Shine the light on whatever's worse
Perfection is a disease of a nation
(Pretty hurts, pretty hurts)
Pretty hurts
Shine the light on whatever's worse
Tryna fix something
But you can't fix what you can't see
It's the soul that needs a surgery
Ain't got no doctor or pill that can take the pain away
The pain's inside
And nobody frees you from your body
It's the soul, it's the soul that needs surgery
It's my soul that needs surgery
Plastic smiles and denial can only take you so far
And you break when the paper signs leaves you in the dark
You left a shattered mirror
And the shards of a beautiful girl
Pretty hurts
Shine the light on whatever's worse
Perfection is a disease of a nation
(Pretty hurts, pretty hurts)
Pretty hurts
Shine the light on whatever's worse
Tryna fix something
But you can't fix what you can't see
It's the soul that needs a surgery
When you're alone all by yourself
And you're lying in your bed
Reflection stares right into you
Are you happy with yourself?
It's just a way to masquerade
The illusion has been shed
Are you happy with yourself?
Are you happy with yourself?
Yes
Ah, ah