Helen Reddy — Raised On Rock letra e tradução
A página contém a letra e a tradução em português da música "Raised On Rock" de Helen Reddy.
Letra
I remember as a child I used to hear
Music that they played Lord with a feel'
Some call it folk, some call it soul
People let me tell you it was rock and roll
I was raised on rock
I got rhythm in my soul
Every day when I got home
I turned on my radio
Listening to the music that my idols made
I knew every single record the DJ’s played
A honky tonk a Hound Dog, a Johnny B. Goode
Chain Gang, Love Is Strange, Knock On Wood
I was raised on rock
I got rhythm in my soul
I was born to love the beat
I was made for rock and roll
I thought it was a fad, thought that it would pass
But the younger generation knew it would last
Time’s gone by, the beat goes on
But every time I hear it Lord it takes me home
I was raised on rock
I got rhythm in my soul
Every day when I got home
I turned on my radio
Mother played recordings of Beethoven’s Fifth
Mozart’s sonatas down the classical Liszt
My papa loved to listen to his country songs
While I was in the back room rockin' on
I was raised on rock
I got rhythm in my soul
I was born to love the beat
I was made for rock and roll
I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul
I was born to love the beat
I was made for rock and roll
I was raised on rock
I got rhythm in my soul
Tradução da letra
Lembro-me de quando era criança que ouvia
Música que tocavam "Lord with a feel"
Alguns chamam-lhe Pessoas, outros chamam-lhe Alma.
As pessoas deixaram-me dizer-te que foi rock and roll.
Fui criado no rochedo
Tenho ritmo na minha alma
Todos os dias quando cheguei a casa
Liguei o meu rádio.
Ouvindo a música que meus ídolos fizeram
Eu sabia que todos os discos que o DJ tocou
Um honky tonk um cão de Caça, um Johnny B. Goode
Chain Gang, Love Is Strange, Knock On Wood
Fui criado no rochedo
Tenho ritmo na minha alma
Nasci para amar a batida
Fui feito para o rock and roll
Pensei que fosse uma moda, pensei que ia passar.
Mas a geração mais nova sabia que iria durar
O tempo passou, a batida continua
Mas cada vez que o ouço Senhor leva-me para casa
Fui criado no rochedo
Tenho ritmo na minha alma
Todos os dias quando cheguei a casa
Liguei o meu rádio.
A mãe tocava gravações da quinta parte de Beethoven.
As sonatas de Mozart no Liszt clássico
O meu pai adorava ouvir as suas canções country
Enquanto eu estava na sala das Traseiras a balançar
Fui criado no rochedo
Tenho ritmo na minha alma
Nasci para amar a batida
Fui feito para o rock and roll
Fui criado no rock, tenho ritmo na minha alma
Nasci para amar a batida
Fui feito para o rock and roll
Fui criado no rochedo
Tenho ritmo na minha alma