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