Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

http://youtube.com/v/6DEh0eSpNvY
PINK LYRICS

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

Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
+ U% P2 q' [" {, UYou're not better than me.
  A7 x5 Y4 F5 y+ Y3 N% d+ b3 n6 D- _- [I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
  C, W. N  W7 l- u; C! DWho do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?
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. x! z8 ]6 b: `& }3 v' qHow do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How 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
And tell me why?
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Dear Mr. President,
% q9 u/ T, ^/ Q! OWere you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.

# [7 v1 Y3 ?9 c- P  fWhat kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
# S: r" @* Y/ NAnd what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
1 E& A- C9 G% X8 ?( ]$ @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?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
+ u; N; e* T2 t3 u3 U& YHow do you walk with your head held high?
  B- D5 U( ]8 T0 TCan you even look me in the eye?

" r/ n* H7 ~8 h9 `, ^Let me tell you 'bout hard work
3 t, [4 m) k4 I8 l* }Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
/ F9 I: Q9 ]8 P. M7 y6 NLet me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
# S% t$ N7 V" v5 `; z$ C% ?Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night?
0 v; j) d: E3 K8 d- R. y$ K7 U9 |4 fHow do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?
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+ D6 }4 d- f) X# H9 d7 _[ 本帖最后由 celinedeng 于 2007-7-7 21:03 编辑 ]

alicia_83

The singer is so cool!
A thoughtful song~~~

goldfish

nothing is absolutely right or wrong,especially on politics.

bobic_wang

it is really a moving song,
8 _. O# T# O, _  N% X$支持$ $支持$ $支持$

fcyfcy1

impressive... i heard the song several times in last week... but never paid attention to the lyrics...
5 f% }3 o$ i/ A' d: N! iIn fact it's quite good$送花$

goldfish

They dance alone ---Sting
6 W* m( Z4 T, r2 e" `: @
Why are there women here dancing on their own?
$ E. u% Z- w$ X) Y' }6 C& q% gWhy is there this sadness in their eyes?
0 K' x# O' P9 |; `/ WWhy are the soldiers here
6 P" R3 p/ h$ Y+ {+ MTheir faces fixed like stone?
I can't see what it is that they dispise
8 Q% Z5 g: \+ v: IThey're dancing with the missing
5 F& ~+ [  E6 V! zThey're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
( F. A9 I  v& B2 Z7 r( u4 qTheir anguish is unsaid
; Y# W4 k) W: ]7 E+ \  D, @They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
$ q5 f( F% t7 A! J9 A! Y4 P5 J( EThey 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
; q/ w( O3 s1 x8 d4 M" \8 L. RIf they were to speak these words they'd go missing too
Another woman on a torture table what else can they do
4 O+ x0 I) G0 XThey're dancing with the missing
$ ?2 H1 ^0 M! u/ j' W& [They're dancing with the dead
  h8 L! U2 K% {* F4 }They dance with the invisible ones
4 N# E6 F! Y& ?( F* WTheir anguish is unsaid
5 e# l0 I0 s% s: bThey're dancing with their fathers
. P+ y1 g* W7 t) zThey're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone
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One day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
# L; s8 }' m' j; a7 B/ IOne day we'll laugh in our joy
) N# t- n3 V+ [" jAnd we'll dance
One day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance

& Y$ |4 {4 s6 o2 M: n) ~1 {Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
3 M9 c. T- v* e8 ]& HEllas danzan con los muertos
( \. h. [6 e5 c/ [8 @, cEllas danzan con amores invisibles
Ellas danzan con silenciosa angustia
Danzan con sus pardres
Danzan con sus hijos
% H$ k, w6 T" dDanzan con sus esposos
: |4 T; l# }! _) @Ellas danzan solas
+ A% Z/ f  ]  s) r# ~Danzan solas
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Hey Mr. Pinochet
You've sown a bitter crop
It's foreign money that supports you
% X; G- ]. D+ o7 ?! |- ^: Y7 hOne day the money's going to stop
No wages for your torturers
No budget for your guns
2 _- n/ e& v$ P5 lCan you think of your own mother
& U3 i# c/ S7 I6 L' [2 i, ^Dancin' with her invisible son
! w9 F4 Y: t% {They're dancing with the missing
# Y( ?! n5 {" s( OThey're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
) h9 ]( ~( J& |6 m' P( \They're anguish is unsaid
( I/ Q  ~1 ^& }) @$ `) {/ k+ k/ u* tThey're dancing with their fathers
8 ?" h4 p; j* u) A- [0 sThey're dancing with their sons
They'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.
seems what our vanity fair  merely care is money, what a simple life they are leading!!