Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

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PINK LYRICS

"Dear Mr. President"
(feat. Indigo Girls)

Dear Mr. President,
, d! ?+ H' M0 B, L+ m' tCome take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
* Y: e& z$ J3 w! {4 hYou're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.
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5 b* r" ^# U7 ^; Y- ?/ C* Q" c4 o  Q4 fWhat do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
; v' ?! V8 D( \0 T0 j* T1 C. H! t. eAre you proud?
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How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
3 e5 U% g% ^; \; e8 p, @' }7 B# }* qHow do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
" H& x4 S+ D+ X; g( I9 t: }1 fAnd tell me why?

Dear Mr. President,
: \( e! d$ W% p0 F7 @  x1 fWere you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
5 b9 G+ I4 p& O3 O9 y4 lAre you a lonely boy?
. T1 w" i9 d& ^2 m9 I% z0 s/ gHow can you say
8 m- a4 ?5 B+ j) h5 d' UNo child is left behind?
. q6 l5 r" t* j4 k, ~, oWe're not dumb and we're not blind.
- w- ]$ _3 \( o. t5 Q# A2 H& K- CThey're all sitting in your cells
& W! r& w7 v# r$ p3 s, J$ IWhile you pave the road to hell.
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What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
; r8 d, I1 m0 o0 ^5 GAnd what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
9 R2 x/ ~4 T% m  f7 X5 T6 pHow do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
0 u" b/ G8 V' U. D# rHow do you walk with your head held high?
0 v& X8 g9 r6 K% W3 z' lCan you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
4 J. R; E. M  l$ w6 ^8 S* ^Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
5 i4 [0 ^* N' f) B# O# M% lLet me tell you 'bout hard work
$ n# M* a4 {) n" `5 W8 t0 pHard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
4 x6 _" [, K$ c, aOh

How do you sleep at night?
1 T9 t* q7 c  o# D9 THow do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
8 f9 p) L# X0 P& Z: E; c9 N: QYou'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?

% B, @) ]6 G8 w2 w9 R6 c& q[ 本帖最后由 celinedeng 于 2007-7-7 21:03 编辑 ]

alicia_83

The singer is so cool!
( x: E4 ~- Q7 kA thoughtful song~~~

goldfish

nothing is absolutely right or wrong,especially on politics.

bobic_wang

it is really a moving song,
$支持$ $支持$ $支持$

fcyfcy1

impressive... i heard the song several times in last week... but never paid attention to the lyrics...
6 F$ d: r  |( e) U+ v( v  QIn fact it's quite good$送花$

goldfish

They dance alone ---Sting
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! [( J7 T& A" X8 y' L8 R/ k( t. SWhy are there women here dancing on their own?
Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
Why are the soldiers here
Their faces fixed like stone?
$ ~- P& g# _5 XI can't see what it is that they dispise
They're dancing with the missing
. y( E% Q) J1 }) `) A1 \They're dancing with the dead
7 O2 u# X; I8 H. y( kThey dance with the invisible ones
! o) F3 W6 ~, X  u0 g0 gTheir anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone
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It's the only form of protest they're allowed
I've seen their silent faces scream so loud
If they were to speak these words they'd go missing too
Another woman on a torture table what else can they do
8 u4 x( R/ Y$ n; f& [1 _0 ?They're dancing with the missing
1 R2 m; d8 |+ ~+ [9 {They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
8 s' c' O4 o, P& z- U; O! _3 }# `2 BTheir anguish is unsaid
2 G1 W6 \+ x4 t' XThey're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
; ?$ Y( Q# ]% U4 k6 MThey're dancing with their husbands
5 C/ M' ~4 d, hThey dance alone They dance alone

# w) @, q7 D$ [1 t* W. HOne day we'll dance on their graves
5 _( a- @: z' |. q; EOne day we'll sing our freedom
2 x" M9 M  n8 l- I, m; w8 nOne day we'll laugh in our joy
( d* u6 Y/ A: _) g. YAnd we'll dance
One day we'll dance on their graves
+ Y; j4 t  D* ]) dOne day we'll sing our freedom
- G0 i- |0 x6 K% u  c; tOne day we'll laugh in our joy
# e$ j: x7 s. I! ~' HAnd we'll dance
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$ D; Q, r3 w: e. r2 j. tEllas danzan con los desaparecidos
# O1 R( l6 L, {* T. fEllas danzan con los muertos
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
Ellas danzan con silenciosa angustia
4 a; ]8 z2 P# }7 D! S' T/ _Danzan con sus pardres
Danzan con sus hijos
Danzan con sus esposos
Ellas danzan solas
9 q' w* u! G  K% XDanzan solas
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# [' P/ m4 c/ g1 [' THey Mr. Pinochet
- _# U/ |: y# E* i  BYou've sown a bitter crop
It's foreign money that supports you
6 v+ |( a3 F7 g/ f, V8 BOne day the money's going to stop
  H9 q% l& }0 l+ i# NNo wages for your torturers
% [' T3 q  k! Y* F$ R0 CNo budget for your guns
Can you think of your own mother
Dancin' with her invisible son
5 _) {4 L7 r1 V; |They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
4 X- Q7 `& Z* E. K$ _4 q5 vThey dance with the invisible ones
7 \. z% D7 Y  p* c) ^5 L+ \# }' HThey're anguish is unsaid
9 K2 P( g2 s. D, @# |They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
6 k! h4 B% Q6 U( j7 \& a! nThey're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone
They dance alone

goldfish

Those two songs go the same way, unlike our singers, foreign singers, however, are singing not only on romance,but on many serious topics like  politics and  enviroment.
  @2 H- l  Y4 q6 ]5 |6 e! wseems what our vanity fair  merely care is money, what a simple life they are leading!!