Billy Elliot The Musical – Shine – Subtitle PT-BR e EN-US


Chairs! Oi, Rocky, bugger off. And arms! Alison Summers, get that coat off! Full plié. Get rid of the pie, Tracey Atkinson. Up. I’m telling you, Tracey,
you will end up like your mother. And second! Miss, the keys! – Who the hell are you?
– Billy. Billy Elliot. Oh, pleased to meet you. I’m Margot. Margot flippin’ Fonteyn. It was a rhetorical question.
Now piss off up there. Keeley Gibson,
how many times have I got to tell you? But miss, my mum… I don’t care if your mother
has got cerebral palsy. You have to bring your shoes. Try to keep your arm in line Come on, at least pretend you’re doing fine Don’t forget the golden rule, girls. Never hide your light under a bushel. No matter how big the bushel,
Tracey Atkinson. You can wow them every time Even you, Susan Parkes! All you have to do is shine Jetés! That’s it girls, so our tawdry little lives
can be transformed by the power of art. Forget about content Oi, you! Focus on style Steal an inch on ’em And they’ll give you a mile Chair! Everybody ready for the big number. And smile, smile, smile, smile! Right. We’ve only got another seven
and a half months to rehearse this. So, for Christ’s sake, concentrate! It doesn’t matter if you’re large or small Trapezoid, short or tall Even if you can’t dance at all All you really have to do is shine It doesn’t matter if your life’s a mess The whole process will coalesce Girls, just try to effervesce All you really have to do is shine Give ’em the old razzle dazzle Turn on the old pizzazz Miss, the keys! There won’t be time to shilly shally Give it backbone, give it welly
Bowl ’em over, knock ’em out Show what life is all about Give ’em the old razzle dazzle and shine Oi, you, join in or bugger off! It doesn’t matter if you’re unemployed Only partially humanoid An octopoid whose mind’s a void All you really have to do is shine Come on, Debbie, it’s your big moment! It doesn’t matter if you’re special needs Maimed or lame, or born in Leeds They love to see a heart that bleeds All you really have to do is shine Give ’em the old razzle dazzle Turn on the old pizzazz There won’t be time to shilly shally Give it backbone, give it welly
Bowl ’em over, knock ’em out Show ’em what life is all about Give ’em the old razzle dazzle And shine! Oi. Where the bloody hell
do you think you’re going? I’m going home. Oh, no, you’re not.
You haven’t done any dancing yet. What do you mean, dancing? You wanna stay. Be in the show. Oh, no. It’s gonna be rubbish. I couldn’t give a monkey’s cuss I couldn’t give a fig Come on, son, get over it It’s all part of the gig Smoke, Mr Braithwaite, please. That’s it, girls, hide behind those fans. No faces now, just tiny smurfs! Give ’em the old rinkle tinkle Out, in! Show ’em the old kabam Line! Knock ’em sideways
Blow their minds out There’s no time for half-arsed frolics Grab the buggers by the bollocks Show ’em what class is all about Give ’em the old razzle dazzle And shine Lights! It doesn’t matter if you’re short or squat Cerebrally challenged, completely shot You might have it or might not All you really have to do is All you really have to do is Shine Give ’em the old razzle dazzle And shine Give ’em the old razzle dazzle And shine And shine And shine

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