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Será lançado o novo álbum de Bon Jovi dia 10 de novembro.
Já está confirmada a próxima turnê em 2010 na Europa e nos Estados unidos. Nada previsto ainda para um show no Brasil ainda, mas vamos torcer para que seja nossa vez!
O álbum se chamará
We Weren't Born to Follow.
A banda já anunciou duas músicas: "Working For The Working Man" e "When We Were Beautiful", e como não conseguimos aguardar, conseguimos a letra de uma delas e vídeos das duas!!!

work for the working man

Letra da música:
Im here, trying to make a living
And I aint living just to die
Never getting back what Im giving
Wont someone help me, someone justify
Why these strong hands are on the unemployment line
And theres nothing left, whats on my mind

Whos gonna work for the working man ?
Work for the working man
(Work) Get the hands in the dirt, whos gonna work of the curse
(Work) Brother Ive been damned, if I dont raise a hand
Work for the work, work, work for the working man
Work, work, working man

Empty pockets, full of worries
I had to get two jobs and it was hard enough getting by
But with the grace of God Im getting us through
But only know that I know how to do
A música Work For The Working Man para download já está disponível galeraaaa!!!


That Im the only one whos gotta look my family in the eye
Day after day, night after night

Whos gonna work for the working man ?
Work for the working man
(Work) Get the hands in the dirt, whos gonna work of the curse
(Work) Brother Ive been damned, if I dont raise a hand
Work for the work, work, work for the working man
Work, work, working man
Work, work, working man
I lost my pension, they took my ID
These were my friends, these were my dreams
These were my hopes, these are my dreams
Can you hear me ?
v Whos gonna work for the working man ?
Work for the working man
(Work) Get the hands in the dirt, whos gonna work of the curse
(Work) Brother Ive been damned, if I dont raise a hand
Work for the work, work, work for the working man
Work, work, working man
Work, work, working man

I lost my pension, they took my ID
These were my friends, these were my dreams
These were my hopes, these are my streets