Apesar de ainda faltar alguns dias para o dia da mulher, resolvi colocar aqui uma música de que gosto muito e que tem muito a ver com este dia.
Espero que gostem.
Desejo que de alguma maneira esta música seja um protesto contra todas as barbaridades que se fazem contra mulheres e crianças, por motivos raciais e religiosos.
Woman - Neneh Cherry
You gotta be fortunate
You gotta be lucky now
I was just sitting here
Thinking good and bad
But I'm the kinda woman
That was built to last
They tried erasing me
But they couldn't wipe out my past
To save my childI'd rather go hungry
I got all of Ethiopia
Inside of me
And my blood flows
Through every man
In this godless land
That delivered me
I've cried so many tears even the blind can see
Chorus:
This is a woman's world.
This is my world.
This is a woman's world
For this man's girl.
There ain't a woman in this world,
Not a woman or a little girl,
That can't deliver love
In a man's world.
I've born and I've bread.
I've cleaned and I've fed.
And for my healing wits
I've been called a witch.
I've crackled in the fire
And been called a liar.
I've died so many times
I'm only just coming to life.
Chorus
My blood flows
Through every man and every child
In this godless land
That delivered meI cried so many tears even the blind can see
Chorus
Espero que gostem.
Desejo que de alguma maneira esta música seja um protesto contra todas as barbaridades que se fazem contra mulheres e crianças, por motivos raciais e religiosos.
Woman - Neneh Cherry
You gotta be fortunate
You gotta be lucky now
I was just sitting here
Thinking good and bad
But I'm the kinda woman
That was built to last
They tried erasing me
But they couldn't wipe out my past
To save my childI'd rather go hungry
I got all of Ethiopia
Inside of me
And my blood flows
Through every man
In this godless land
That delivered me
I've cried so many tears even the blind can see
Chorus:
This is a woman's world.
This is my world.
This is a woman's world
For this man's girl.
There ain't a woman in this world,
Not a woman or a little girl,
That can't deliver love
In a man's world.
I've born and I've bread.
I've cleaned and I've fed.
And for my healing wits
I've been called a witch.
I've crackled in the fire
And been called a liar.
I've died so many times
I'm only just coming to life.
Chorus
My blood flows
Through every man and every child
In this godless land
That delivered meI cried so many tears even the blind can see
Chorus
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