Clip: Cars - Sheryl Crow

Música é uma das melhores maneiras de aprender vocabulário e pronúncia. O meu bebê AMA o filme Carros e para ser sincera eu não dava muita bola e achava um exagero ver coisas dos Carros em tudo que é loja, mas realmente o filme contagia. Eu não aguentava passar da cena de abertura, com uma corrida, achava muito barulhento e tal. Mas, depois, o McQueen vai para a cidade Radiator Springs, na Rota 66, que pretendo visitar com minha família e adoro aquele visual anos 50 da Cidade, o deserto, bem sem contar que a música tema é cantada pela linda Sheryl Crow e tem uma super guitarra. Rock and Roll!

So, here is the clip for the week, dedicated to my baby, Miguel!

Lyrics:

Em    G     A     Em     G      A
I'm American made but I like Chevrolet
My momma taught me wrong from right.

I was born in the South
Sometimes I have a big mouth
When I see something that I don't like
I gotta say it.

Well, we've been driving this road for a mighty long time
Paying no mind to the signs
Well, this neighborhood's changed
It's all been rearranged
We left that team somewhere behind.

Slow down, you're gonna crash,
Baby you're a-screaming it's a blast, blast, blast
Look out babe, you've got your blinders on
Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone
Real gone.
Real gone.

But there's a new cat in town
He's got high-faded friends
Thinks he's gonna change history

You think you know him so well
Yeah you think he's so swell
But it's just a front you wait and see

Slow down, you're gonna crash,
Baby you're a-screaming it's a blast, blast, blast
Look out, you've got your blinders on
Everybody's looking for a way
To get real gone
Real gone.
Real gone.
Real gone.
Uhh.

Well you can say what you want
But you can't say it 'round here
'Cause they'll catch you and give you a whippin'

Well, I believe I was right when I said you were wrong
You didn't like the sound of that
Now, did ya?

Slow down, you're gonna crash,
Baby you're a-screaming it's a blast, blast, blast
Look out, you've got your blinders on
Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone

Well here I come and I'm so not scared,
Got my pedal to the metal, got my hands in the air
Look out, you take your blinders off
Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone
Real gone.
Real gone.
Ooh.
Real gone.
Real gone.

Maybe, Rodrigo, my husband could learn how to play this song to Miguel!