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Hands In Your Pocket

Mãos Nos Seus Bolsos

We're all victims of the system We're all victims of the system Somos todos vítimas do sistema, Still we love to place the blame Still we love to place the blame Ainda amamos colocar a culpa em alguém We're running out of choices We're running out of choices Estamos esgotando nossas escolhas And there's no rules to the game And there's no rules to the game E não há regras no jogo I'm getting tired of feeling this way I'm getting tired of feeling this way Estou cansando de me sentir assim What can a single man do, what can he say What can a single man do, what can he say O que um homem solitário pode fazer? O que ele pode dizer? Everyday you walk the edge of a knife Everyday you walk the edge of a knife Cada dia você anda na ponta da faca You're left with nothing at the end of your life You're left with nothing at the end of your life Não fica com nada no final de sua vida Chorus: Chorus: Refrão They've got their hands in your pocket They've got their hands in your pocket Eles tem as mãos nos seus bolsos They;ll take the clothes off your back They;ll take the clothes off your back Tirarão as roupas das suas costas Hands in your pocket Hands in your pocket Mãos nos seus bolsos They'll stop you like a heart attack They'll stop you like a heart attack Vão te parar como uma ataque do coração We put people into power but we fight our wars alone We put people into power but we fight our wars alone Colocamos pessoas no poder mas lutamos sozinhos They take such good care of the rest of the world They take such good care of the rest of the world Eles cuidam tão bem do resto do mundo But what about the folks at home, oh yeah But what about the folks at home, oh yeah Mas, e o povo? Em casa, oh yeah! Point the finger at the man you chose Point the finger at the man you chose Aponte o dedo pro homem que escolheu He'll say he's sorry but it's just the way it goes He'll say he's sorry but it's just the way it goes Ele vai dizer que sente muito, mas é assim que é He sits in judgement like a king on a throne He sits in judgement like a king on a throne Ele senta em juízo como um rei no trono 'Till that November when he'll beg for a bone 'Till that November when he'll beg for a bone Até aquele novembro em que ele vai implorar por um osso Chorus: Chorus: Refrão They've got their hands in your pocket They've got their hands in your pocket Eles tem as mãos nos seus bolsos They'll take the clothes off your back They'll take the clothes off your back Tirarão as roupas das suas costas Hands in your pocket Hands in your pocket Mãos nos seus bolsos Brother, don't ignore the facts Brother, don't ignore the facts Irmão, não ignore os fatos...! Everyday of you walk the edge of a knife Everyday of you walk the edge of a knife Cada dia você anda na ponta da faca You're left with nothing at the end of your life You're left with nothing at the end of your life Não fica com nada no final de sua vida They've got their hands in your pocket They've got their hands in your pocket Eles tem as mãos nos seus bolsos They'll take the clothes off your back They'll take the clothes off your back Tirarão as roupas das suas costas Hands in your pocket Hands in your pocket Mãos nos seus bolsos They'll stop you like a heart attack They'll stop you like a heart attack Vão te parar como uma ataque do coração

Composição: Richard Marx





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