Song | Maria Bethania |
Artist | Caetano Veloso |
Album | Late Night Tales |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Everybody knows that our cities | |
Were built to be destroyed | |
You get annoyed, you buy a flat | |
You hide behind the mat | |
But I know she was born | |
To do everything wrong with all of that | |
Maria Bethânia, please send me a letter | |
I wish to know things are getting better | |
Better, better, Beta, Beta, Bethânia | |
Please send me a letter | |
I wish to know things are getting better | |
She has given her soul to the devil | |
But the devil gave his soul to God | |
Before the flood, after the blood | |
Before you can see | |
She has given her soul to the devil | |
And bought a flat by the sea | |
Maria Bethânia, please send me a letter | |
I wish to know things are getting better | |
Better, better, Beta, Beta, Bethânia | |
Please send me a letter | |
I wish to know things are getting better | |
Everybody knows that it's so hard | |
To dig and get to the root | |
You eat the fruit, you go ahead | |
You wake up on your bed | |
But I love her face | |
'Cause it has nothing to do with all I said |
Everybody knows that our cities | |
Were built to be destroyed | |
You get annoyed, you buy a flat | |
You hide behind the mat | |
But I know she was born | |
To do everything wrong with all of that | |
Maria Beth nia, please send me a letter | |
I wish to know things are getting better | |
Better, better, Beta, Beta, Beth nia | |
Please send me a letter | |
I wish to know things are getting better | |
She has given her soul to the devil | |
But the devil gave his soul to God | |
Before the flood, after the blood | |
Before you can see | |
She has given her soul to the devil | |
And bought a flat by the sea | |
Maria Beth nia, please send me a letter | |
I wish to know things are getting better | |
Better, better, Beta, Beta, Beth nia | |
Please send me a letter | |
I wish to know things are getting better | |
Everybody knows that it' s so hard | |
To dig and get to the root | |
You eat the fruit, you go ahead | |
You wake up on your bed | |
But I love her face | |
' Cause it has nothing to do with all I said |
Everybody knows that our cities | |
Were built to be destroyed | |
You get annoyed, you buy a flat | |
You hide behind the mat | |
But I know she was born | |
To do everything wrong with all of that | |
Maria Beth nia, please send me a letter | |
I wish to know things are getting better | |
Better, better, Beta, Beta, Beth nia | |
Please send me a letter | |
I wish to know things are getting better | |
She has given her soul to the devil | |
But the devil gave his soul to God | |
Before the flood, after the blood | |
Before you can see | |
She has given her soul to the devil | |
And bought a flat by the sea | |
Maria Beth nia, please send me a letter | |
I wish to know things are getting better | |
Better, better, Beta, Beta, Beth nia | |
Please send me a letter | |
I wish to know things are getting better | |
Everybody knows that it' s so hard | |
To dig and get to the root | |
You eat the fruit, you go ahead | |
You wake up on your bed | |
But I love her face | |
' Cause it has nothing to do with all I said |