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Songs – sugeridas para a 5ª série – 1º bimestre

 

Hello, Goodbye

The Beatles

Composição: Lennon / McCartney

You say Yes, I say No
You say Stop but I Say Go, Go, Go

Oh No
You Say Goodbye and I Say Hello
Hello, Hello
I Don’t Know Why you Say Goodbye
I Say Hello, hello hello
I don’t know why you say goodbye
I say hello

I Say High, You Say Low
You Say Why and I Say I Don’t Know

Oh No
You say Goodbye and I say Hello
(Hello, Goodbye, Hello, Goodbye)
Hello, Hello
(Hello, Goodbye)
I Don’t Know Why You Say Goodbye I say Hello
(Hello, Goodbye, Hello, Goodbye)
Hello, Hello
(Hello, Goodbye)
I Don’t Know Why You Say Goodbye I say Hello
(Hello, Goodbye)

(Why, Why, Why, Why, Why, Why Do you Say
Goodbye, Goodbye, Bye , Bye , Bye ,Bye, Bye)
Oh No
You Say Goodbye and I Say Hello
Hello, Hello
I Don’t Know Why you Say Goodbye
I Say Hello, Hello, Hello
I don’t know why you say goodbye
I say Hello

You Say Yes (I Say Yes)
I Say No (But I May Mean No, I can Stay Till It’s Time To Go)
You Say Stop
And I Say Go Go Go

Oh No
You Say Goodbye and I Say Hello
Hello, Hello
I Don’t Know Why you Say Goodbye
I Say Hello, Hello, Hello
I don’t know why you say goodbye
I say Hello, Hello, Hello
I don’t know why you say goodbye
I Say Hello OOOO OOOO OOOO OOOO HellOOOO

Hay La, Hey Hello-a,
Hay La, Hey Hello-a,
Hay La, Hey Hello-a,
Hay La, Hey Hello-a,
Hay La, Hey Hello-a,
Hay La, Hey Hello-a,
Hay La, Hey Hello-a,
Hay La, Hey Hello-a,

Mrs. Robinson

Simon & Garfunkel

Composição: Paul Simon

And here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know. (Wo wo wo).
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
(Hey hey hey, hey hey hey).

We’d like to know
A little bit about you
For our files.
We’d like to help you learn
To help yourself.
Look around you. All you see
Are sympathetic eyes.
Stroll around the grounds
Until you feel at home.

And here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know. Wo wo wo.
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
Hey hey hey, hey hey hey.

Hide it in a hiding place
Where no one ever goes.
Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes.
It’s a little secret,
Just the Robinsons’ affair.
Most of all, you’ve got to hide it
from the kids.

Coo coo ca-choo, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know Wo wo wo.
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
Hey hey hey, hey hey hey.

Sitting on a sofa
On a Sunday afternoon,
Going to the candidates’ debate,
Laugh about it,
Shout about it,
When you’ve got to choose,
Every way you look at it you lose.

Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you Ooo ooo ooo.

What’s that you say, Mrs. Robinson?
“Joltin’ Joe has left and gone away”
Hey hey hey, hey hey hey

Have you met Miss Jones

Richard Rodgers e Lorens Hart

Have you met Miss Jones
Someone said as we shook hands
She was just Miss Jones to me

Then I said Miss Jones
You’re a girl who understands
I’m a man who must be free.

And all at once I lost my breath
And all at once was scared to death
And all at once I own the earth and sky

Now I met Miss Jones
And well keep on meeting till we die
Miss Jones and I

And all at once I lost my breath
And all at once was scared to death
And all at once I own the earth and sky

Now I met Miss Jones
And well keep on meeting till we die
Miss Jones and I
Miss Jones and I

Miss Jones and I

 

You Don’t Know Me

Ray Charles

You give your hand to me
And then you say, “Hello.”
And I can hardly speak,
My heart is beating so.
And anyone can tell
You think you know me well.
Well, you don’t know me.
(no you don’t know me)

No you don’t know the one
Who dreams of you at night;
And longs to kiss your lips
And longs to hold you tight
Oh I’m just a friend.
That’s all I’ve ever been.
Cause you don’t know me.
(no you don’t know me)

For I never knew the art of making love,
Though my heart aches with love for you.
Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by.
A chance that you might love me too.
(love me too)

You give your hand to me,
And then you say, “Goodbye.”
I watched you walk away,
Beside the lucky guy
Oh, you’ll never ever know
The one who loved you so.
Well, you don’t know me

(For I never knew the art of making love, )
(Though my heart aches with love for you. )
Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by.
A chance that you might love me too.
(love me too)

Oh, you give your hand to me,
And then you say, “Goodbye.”
I watched you walk away,
Beside the lucky guy
Oh, you’ll never ever know
The one who loved you so.
Well, you don’t know me
(you don’t love me, you don’t know me)

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Songs – sugeridas para a 5ª série – 2º bimestre

Pela Internet

Gilberto Gil

Composição: Gilberto Gil

Criar meu web site
Fazer minha home-page
Com quantos gigabytes
Se faz uma jangada
Um barco que veleja …(2x)

Que veleje nesse informar
Que aproveite a vazante da infomaré
Que leve um oriki do meu orixá
Ao porto de um disquete de um micro em Taipé

Um barco que veleje nesse infomar
Que aproveite a vazante da infomaré
Que leve meu e-mail até Calcutá
Depois de um hot-link
Num site de Helsinque
Para abastecer

Eu quero entrar na rede
Promover um debate
Juntar via Internet
Um grupo de tietes de Connecticut

De Connecticut de acessar
O chefe da Mac Milícia de Milão
Um hacker mafioso acaba de soltar
Um vírus para atacar os programas no Japão

Eu quero entrar na rede para contatar
Os lares do Nepal,os bares do Gabão
Que o chefe da polícia carioca avisa pelo celular

Que lá na praça Onze tem um videopôquer para se jogar…

Mas Que Nada

Black Eyed Peas

Composição: Jorge Ben Jor (versão: Sérgio Mendes)

Oaria raio
Oba oba oba
Oaria raio
Oba oba oba

Mas que nada
Black eyed peas came in to make it hotter
We beat the party starters
Bubblin up just like lava
Like lava heat it like a sauna
Penetrating into your body armor
Rhythmically we message ya
With hip hop mixed up with samba
With samba so yes yes yall
You know we never stop
We never rest yall
The black eyed peas are keeping it funky fresh yall
And we wont stop until we get you, till we get you sayin

Oaria raio
Oba oba oba
Oaria raio
Oba oba oba

Peter piper picked peppers but tab rocked rhymes
1,2,3 for several times
Heavy rotation made by every kind
Of radio stations blessing every mind
And we crossing boundaries like everyday
Doing your bop-pop, do in your own way
We got we got tab magnification tab magnafied
Like every day
So yes yes yall
You know we never stop we never rest yall yall
The black eyed peas are keeping it funky fresh yall
And we wont stop until we get you, till we get you
saying

Oaria raio
Oba oba oba (la la la la la)
Oaria raio
Oba oba oba

Drop hot hot be my daily operation
Got to put a right in this crazy occupation
Gotta keep it movin’ thats the motivation
Gotta ride the waves and keep a tight relation
With my team keeping moving and doing it right
I’ve been in a lab every day till daylight
Thats the way things move in this monkey business
We took a old samba song and remixed it

Mas que nada
Sai da minha frente
Que eu quero passar
Pois o samba esta animado
O que eu quero é sambar
Este samba
Que é misto de maracatu
É samba de preto velho
Samba de preto tú

Mas que nada, we gonna make you feel lil hotter
Peas and sérgio mendes heating up sambaaaa
Badabababababaaaaaa
Sérgio play your piano
Sérgio play your yo yo yo yo

Check it out

Oaria raio
Oba oba oba (la la la la la)
Oaria raio
Oba oba oba (la la la la la)
Oaria raio
Oba oba oba (la la la la la)

Este samba
Que é misto de maracatu
É samba de preto velho
Samba de preto tu

Este samba
Que é misto de maracatu
É samba de preto velho
Samba de preto tu (la la la la la)

Samba Do Approach

Zeca Baleiro

Composição: Zeca Baleiro

Venha provar meu brunch
Saiba que eu tenho approach
Na hora do lunch
Eu ando de ferryboat…(2x)

Eu tenho savoir-faire
Meu temperamento é light
Minha casa é hi-tech
Toda hora rola um insight
Já fui fã do Jethro Tull
Hoje me amarro no Slash
Minha vida agora é cool
Meu passado é que foi trash…

Venha provar meu brunch
Saiba que eu tenho approach
Na hora do lunch
Eu ando de ferryboat…(2x)

Fica ligado no link
Que eu vou confessar my love
Depois do décimo drink
Só um bom e velho engov
Eu tirei o meu green card
E fui prá Miami Beach
Posso não ser pop-star
Mas já sou um noveau-riche…

Venha provar meu brunch
Saiba que eu tenho approach
Na hora do lunch
Eu ando de ferryboat…(2x)

Eu tenho sex-appeal
Saca só meu background
Veloz como Damon Hill
Tenaz como Fittipaldi
Não dispenso um happy end
Quero jogar no dream team
De dia um macho man
E de noite, drag queen…

Venha provar meu brunch
Saiba que eu tenho approach
Na hora do lunch
Eu ando de ferryboat…(7x)

Songs – sugeridas para a 5ª série – 3º bimestre

Another Brick In The Wall (Pt. 2)

Pink Floyd

Composição: Roger Waters

We don’t need no education
We don’t need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey! Teacher! Leave them kids alone!
All in all it’s just another brick in the wall
All in all you’re just another brick in the wall

We don’t need no education
We don’t need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey! Teacher! Leave us kids alone!
All in all you’re just another brick in the wall
All in all you’re just another brick in the wall

We’re Going To Be Friends

Jack Johnson

Fall is here, hear the yell
Back to school, ring the bell
Brand new shoes, walking blues
Climb the fence, books and pens
I can tell that we are going to be friends
Yes I can tell that we are going to be friends
Walk with me Suzy Lee
Through the park and by the tree
We can rest upon the ground
And look at all the bugs we’ve found
Safely walk to school without a sound
We safely walk to school without a sound
Well here we are no one else
We walk to school all by ourselves
There’s dirt on our uniforms
From chasing all the ants and worms
We clean up and now it’s time to learn
We clean up and now it’s time to learn
Numbers letters learn to spell
Nouns and books and show and tell
Play time we will throw the ball
Then back to class through the hall
The teacher marks our height against the wall
The teacher marks our height against the wall
And we don’t notice any time pass
Because we don’t notice anything
And we sit side by side in every class
The teacher thinks that I sound funny
But she likes it when you sing
Tonight I’ll dream in my bed
While silly thoughts run through my head
Of the bugs and alphabet
And when I wake tomorrow I’ll bet
That you and I will walk together again
Because I can tell that we are going to be friends
I can tell that we are going to be friends

Songs – sugeridas para a 5ª série – 4º bimestre

Luka

Suzanne Vega

Composição: Suzanne Vega

My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes I think you’ve seen me before

If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble. some kind of fight
Just don’t ask me what it was
Just don’t ask me what it was
Just don’t ask me what it was

I think it’s because I’m clumsy
I try not to talk too loud
Maybe it’s because I’m crazy
I try not to act too proud

They only hit until you cry
And after that you don’t ask why
You just don’t argue anymore
You just don’t argue anymore
You just don’t argue anymore

Yes I think I’m okay
I walked into the door again
Well, if you ask that’s what I’ll say
And it’s not your business anyway
I guess I’d like to be alone
With nothing broken, nothing thrown

Just don’t ask me how I am
Just don’t ask me how I am
Just don’t ask me how I am

My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes I think you’ve seen me before

If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble. some kind of fight
Just don’t ask me what it was
Just don’t ask me what it was
Just don’t ask me what it was

They only hit until you cry
And after that you don’t ask why
You just don’t argue anymore
You just don’t argue anymore
You just don’t argue anymore

Another Day In Paradise

Phil Collins

Composição: Phil Collins

She calls out to the man on the street
“sir, can you help me?
It’s cold and I’ve nowhere to sleep
Is there somewhere you can tell me?

He walks on, doesn’t look back
He pretends he can’t hear her
Starts to whistle as he crosses the street
Seems embarrased to be there

[CHORUS]
Oh, think twice
Cuz it’s another day for you and me in paradise
Oh, think twice
Cuz it’s another day for you
You and me in paradise

Think about it

She calls out to the man on the street
He can see she’s been crying
She’s got blisters on the soles of her feet
She can’t walk but she’s trying

[CHORUS]
Oh, think twice
Cuz it’s another day for you and me in paradise
Oh, think twice
Cuz it’s another day for you
You and me in paradise

Oh, lord, is there nothing more anybody can do?
Oh, lord, there must be something you can say

You can tell from the lines on her face
You can see that she´s been there
Probably been moved on from every place
‘cause she didn’t fit in there

[CHORUS]
Oh, think twice
Cuz it’s another day for you and me in paradise
Oh, think twice
Cuz it’s another day for you
You and me in paradise

It’s just another day
For you and me in paradise

Songs – sugeridas para a 6ª série – 1º bimestre

Club At The End Of The Street

Elton John

When the shades are drawn
And the light of the moon is banned
And the stars up above
Walk the heavens hand in hand
There’s a shady place
At the end of the working day
Where young lovers go
And this hot little trio plays

That’s where we meet
That’s where we meet
Me and you rendezvous
In the club at the end of the street
Oooh where we meet
Oooh where we meet
Me and you rendezvous
In the club at the end of the street
From the alleyways
Where the catwalks gently sway
You hear the sound of Otis
And the voice of Marvin Gaye
In this smoky room
There’s a jukebox plays all night
And we can dance real close
Beneath the pulse of a neon light
There’s a downtown smell of cooking
From the flame on an open grill
There’s a sax and a big bass pumping
Lord have mercy
You can’t sit still
You can’t sit still

Please Mr. Postman

The Carpenters

Composição: W. Garret/B. Holland/ F. Gorman/ G. Dobbins/ R. Bateman

(Stop)
Oh yes, wait a minute Mister Postman
(Wait)
Wait Mister Postman

Please Mister Postman, look and see
(Oh yeah)
If there’s a letter in your bag for me
(Please, Please Mister Postman)
Why’s it takin’ such a long time
(Oh yeah)
For me to hear from that boy of mine

There must be some word today
From my boyfriend so far away
Pleas Mister Postman, look and see
If there’s a letter, a letter for me

I’ve been standin’ here waitin’ Mister Postman

So patiently
For just a card, or just a letter
Sayin’ he’s returnin’ home to me

(Mister Postman)
Mister Postman, look and see
(Oh yeah)
If there’s a letter in your bag for me
(Please, Please Mister Postman)
Why’s it takin’ such a long time
(Oh yeah)
For me to hear from that boy of mine

So many days you passed me by
See the tears standin’ in my eyes
You didn’t stop to make me feel better
By leavin’ me a card or a letter

(Mister Postman)
Mister Postman, look and see

(Oh yeah)
If there’s a letter in your bag for me
(Please, Please Mister Postman)
Why’s it takin’ such a long time

(Why don’t you check it and see one more time for me, you gotta)
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
(Mister Postman)
Mister Postman, look and see

(C’mon deliver the letter, the sooner the better)
Mister Postman

Waterloo Sunset

Kinks

Dirty old river, must you keep rolling
Flowing into the night
People so busy, makes me feel dizzy
Taxi light shines so bright
But I don’t need no friends
As long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset
I am in paradise

Every day I look at the world from my window
But chilly, chilly is the evening time
Waterloo sunset’s fine

Terry meets Julie, Waterloo Station
Every Friday night
But I am so lazy, don’t want to wander
I stay at home at night
But I don’t feel afraid
As long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset
I am in paradise

Every day I look at the world from my window
But chilly, chilly is the evening time
Waterloo sunset’s fine

Millions of people swarming like flies ‘round Waterloounderground
But Terry and Julie cross over the river
Where they feel safe and sound
And the don’t need no friends
As long as they gaze on Waterloo sunset
They are in paradise

Waterloo sunset’s fine

Songs – sugeridas para a 6ª série – 2º bimestre

When The Saints Go Marchin’ In

Louis Armstrong

We are trav’ling in the footsteps
Of those who’ve gone before
But we’ll all be reunited (but if we stand reunited)
On a new and sunlit shore (then a new world is in store)

O when the saints go marching in
When the saints go marching in
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

And when the sun refuse (begins) to shine
And when the sun refuse (begins) to shine
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

When the moon turns red with blood
When the moon turns red with blood
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

On that hallelujah day
On that hallelujah day
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

O when the trumpet sounds the call
O when the trumpet sounds the call
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

Some say this world of trouble
Is the only one we need
But I’m waiting for that morning
When the new world is revealed

When the revelation (revolution) comes
When the revelation (revolution) comes
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

When the rich go out and work
When the rich go out and work
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

When the air is pure and clean
When the air is pure and clean
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

When we all have food to eat
When we all have food to eat
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

When our leaders learn to cry
When our leaders learn to cry
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

We Are The Champions

Queen

Composição: Freddie Mercury

I’ve paid my dues
Time after time
I’ve done my sentence
But committed no crime

And bad mistakes
I’ve made a few
I’ve had my share of sand
Kicked in my face
But I’ve come through

And we mean I to go on and on and on and on

We are the champions, my friends
And we’ll keep on fighting
‘Till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
‘Cause we are the champions of the world

I’ve taken my bows
And my curtain calls
You brought me fame and fortune
And everything that goes with it
I thank you all

But it’s been no bed of roses
No pleasure cruise
I consider it a challenge before
The whole human race
And I ain’t gonna lose

And we mean I to go on and on and on and on

We are the champions, my friends
And we’ll keep on fighting
‘Till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
‘Cause we are the champions of the world

We are the champions, my friends
And we’ll keep on fighting
‘Till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
‘Cause we are the champions

Songs – sugeridas para a 6ª série – 3º bimestre

Fun Day

Stevie Wonder

This is fun day
Yours and my day
This is fun day, dee ooh, wee ooh

This is fun day
On a fine day
When the air is filled with tweeting birds that sing
together in the sun
This is your day
Yours and my day
When you feel the joy of children playing,
laughing from dust till dawn
On a day like this you share your joy
with everyone
Share your peace, and share your joy,
and share your love

This is fun day
On a fine day
When you feel the urge of getting up to start-up
with the break of dawn
This is your day
Yours and my day
When you turn on your radio and hear the DJ
playing your favorite song
On a day like this not even bad can rub
you wrong
Cause you say it’s okay cause it’s your day

I’m gonna go out to the park
Where you feel the joy in every heart
That’s what I need to start each day off right
Oh, I’ll find a place for you and me
Underneath the shade of a lover’s tree
Fun day should be each day in all our lives

This is fun day
Yours and my day
This is fun day, dee ooh, wee ooh

[harmonica solo]

This is love day
A celebration
A day on every calendar that’s set aside
for everyone to give
This is your day
Such a fun day
I cannot believe a day like this has come
that’s if this really is
I’m so very proud to say that for this day I’ve lived
To see your peace, to see your joy, and to
see your love

I’m gonna go out to the park
Where you feel the joy in every heart
That’s what I need to start this day off right

Oh, I’ll find a place for you and me
Underneath the shade of a lover’s tree
Fun day should be each day in all our lives

This is love day
A celebration
A day on every calendar that’s set aside for
everyone to give

Let me solo, let me solo, let me solo…solo

La Isla Bonita

Madonna

(Spoken:)
Como puede ser verdad
Last night I dreamt of San Pedro
Just like I’d never gone, I knew the song
A young girl with eyes like the desert
It all seems like yesterday, not far away

Chorus:

Tropical the island breeze
All of nature wild and free
This is where I long to be
La isla bonita
And when the samba played
The sun would set so high
Ring through my ears and sting my eyes
Your Spanish lullaby

I fell in love with San Pedro
Warm wind carried on the sea, he called to me
Te dijo te amo
I prayed that the days would last
They went so fast

(chorus)

I want to be where the sun warms the sky
When it’s time for siesta you can watch them go by
Beautiful faces, no cares in this world
Where a girl loves a boy, and a boy loves a girl

Last night I dreamt of San Pedro
It all seems like yesterday, not far away

(chorus twice)

La la la la la la la
Te dijo te amo
La la la la la la la
El dijo que te ama

Discothèque

U2

Composição: U2

You can reach, but you can’t grab it.
You can’t hold it, control it
You can’t bag it.

You can push, but you can’t direct it
Circulate, regulate, oh no
You cannot connect it – love.

You know you’re chewing bubble gum
You know what that is but you still want some.
You just can’t get enough of that lovey-dovey stuff

You get confused, but you know it
Yeah, you hurt for it, work for it, love
You don’t always show it – love.

Let go, let’s go, discothèque.
Go, go, let go, discothèque.

Looking for the one
But you know you’re somewhere else instead.
You want to be the song
The song that you hear in your head
Love, love, love, love.

It’s not a trick, you can’t learn it
It’s the way that you don’t pay that’s okay
‘Cause you can’t earn it – love.

You know you’re chewing bubble gum
You know what that is
But you still want some
You just can’t get enough of that lovey-dovey stuff

Let go, let’s go, discothèque.
Go, go, go, go, discothèque.

Looking for the one
But you know you’re somewhere else instead.
You want to be the song
The song that you hear in your head
Love, love, love.

But you take what you can get
‘Cause it’s all that you can find.
Oh you know there’s something more
But tonight, tonight, tonight.
Boom cha, boom cha, discothèque.