A Room With A View
Well he used to be a tailor
Sew those suits so fine
And he never heard Ophelia
And he never tasted wine
And he used to be a leader
When he had someone to lead
And he used to be a father
When he had some mouths to feed
When he had some mouths to feed
And they say it never rains in L.A. country
But it gets cold enough to wish you had a few
And he laughs tonight and say's I finally found me
A room with a view, how about you?
He was living in a castle
That he built with his own hands
Out of newspaper and cardboard
He was living off the land
He was living off the land
He was living off the land
A room with a view
And they say it never rains in L.A. country
But it gets cold enough to wish you had a few
And he laughs tonight and say's I finally found me
A room with a view, how about you?
Um Quarto Com Vista
Bem, ele costumava ser alfaiate
Fazia aqueles ternos tão bons
E ele nunca ouviu Ophelia
E nunca provou vinho
E ele costumava ser um líder
Quando tinha alguém pra guiar
E ele costumava ser pai
Quando tinha bocas pra alimentar
Quando tinha bocas pra alimentar
E dizem que nunca chove no interior de L.A.
Mas fica frio o suficiente pra você desejar ter alguns
E ele ri essa noite e diz que finalmente se encontrou
Um quarto com vista, e você, o que acha?
Ele morava em um castelo
Que construiu com suas próprias mãos
De jornal e papelão
Ele vivia da terra
Ele vivia da terra
Ele vivia da terra
Um quarto com vista
E dizem que nunca chove no interior de L.A.
Mas fica frio o suficiente pra você desejar ter alguns
E ele ri essa noite e diz que finalmente se encontrou
Um quarto com vista, e você, o que acha?