Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

http://youtube.com/v/6DEh0eSpNvY
PINK LYRICS
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9 w7 u# l$ U; t0 x4 m( d$ F; ]"Dear Mr. President"
(feat. Indigo Girls)

/ P! {- @6 U. SDear Mr. President,
/ @" P0 ~2 O9 L9 }) s! n+ MCome take a walk with me.
* T, R- @; a! F, tLet's pretend we're just two people and
+ D3 P3 }0 m$ }8 v% F8 IYou're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.
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6 n6 ?/ N* H: v0 X' A  I, fWhat do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
: m  _3 T- k1 ]1 v2 ^$ wWho do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
' ~' W" ~1 Q; r! T7 F3 j& ]. sWhat do you feel when you look in the mirror?
, E( Y( s& F5 R* A1 C# H- VAre you proud?
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0 C/ d' Q9 i, i' }+ |/ B% R" 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?
0 q- f" V6 r1 y) {( Q: V1 B8 HCan you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?

- I/ e; A# z1 I" O8 ?. i/ uDear Mr. President,
# B# U. R8 `1 e3 |5 eWere you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
% k* }+ x1 R, h+ ~( p: ANo child is left behind?
4 y# N, {! V) |% q4 eWe're not dumb and we're not blind.
3 r) o. {2 C# P2 Z; j( j) I8 nThey're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.
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What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
6 H- [: _. g5 K. x, ^; t: _And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
$ L" N6 N: ]/ `$ cYou've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

: ~; \2 }! q! O$ j) LHow do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
' ^' A8 n# i) A$ `4 P( [" J! _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?

Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
& `( _  {# F  Z; O: x% r9 ?Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
: K5 e% Y& k7 O! W" \; fLet me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
. v% v( f. v7 a1 r  r& J( b2 ]Hard work
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4 w1 V6 \3 f  b$ c- @$ P/ KHow do you sleep at night?
: t- v! D& J# v9 x0 ~, v+ R9 YHow do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
- _! Q6 I# `, P4 n' z! j0 Z2 {You'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?

# K/ W" `& }+ r; {+ ]+ F* R2 S: q[ 本帖最后由 celinedeng 于 2007-7-7 21:03 编辑 ]

alicia_83

The singer is so cool!
4 E9 A' J( C- {9 Q) pA thoughtful song~~~

goldfish

nothing is absolutely right or wrong,especially on politics.

bobic_wang

it is really a moving song,
6 }. i( f1 {" R) ^! `$支持$ $支持$ $支持$

fcyfcy1

impressive... i heard the song several times in last week... but never paid attention to the lyrics...
In fact it's quite good$送花$

goldfish

They dance alone ---Sting
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' S2 `! [' m& O: V3 y& NWhy are there women here dancing on their own?
, [" Q+ l# e0 t* ^Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
Why are the soldiers here
/ j; p: W4 X) CTheir faces fixed like stone?
I can't see what it is that they dispise
They're dancing with the missing
2 ]/ J! G( x' P. e/ p1 UThey're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
! h* _* Y2 H+ D. M& p" Q, {Their anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
, w4 o' I; H6 A+ B6 i9 o( s8 gThey're dancing with their husbands
, L+ @" N) G; {# T8 z+ G4 ]8 z* WThey dance alone They dance alone
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/ M+ \' T, e: k! R, H+ xIt's the only form of protest they're allowed
I've seen their silent faces scream so loud
% h7 _4 O2 v3 B6 {If they were to speak these words they'd go missing too
  B- B+ v" d  o3 E) e$ J& U' ~Another woman on a torture table what else can they do
" H- D( S5 m/ V3 L8 qThey're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
$ n; R2 D) b  |  c4 a- P& C4 NThey dance alone They dance alone
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3 ]% Q1 N% @4 r+ q- {- Z3 ~One day we'll dance on their graves
' m5 a2 g. r& x$ u' Z; yOne day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
* O1 k; Y  L1 s1 w7 R0 xAnd we'll dance
$ T6 U; r/ W! |- iOne day we'll dance on their graves
6 s- c8 Z* W0 D: O3 E" l1 \One day we'll sing our freedom
3 P3 N, k4 U) R$ N( OOne day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance
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Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
Ellas danzan con los muertos
; p  {/ w  a: g) M" m* T5 @- oEllas danzan con amores invisibles
Ellas danzan con silenciosa angustia
Danzan con sus pardres
Danzan con sus hijos
Danzan con sus esposos
1 |, x) P4 T' {6 b# j/ ]0 ]% MEllas danzan solas
Danzan solas
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Hey Mr. Pinochet
8 O3 O) @3 Q- J% m/ O+ u4 _6 ~: ~You've sown a bitter crop
It's foreign money that supports you
5 k1 u; \$ `: x' h7 AOne day the money's going to stop
No wages for your torturers
. I# k; p$ L4 Q. WNo budget for your guns
9 Z' L% V4 W1 v, cCan you think of your own mother
Dancin' with her invisible son
They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
% o3 u5 i3 Q+ H8 M) R! Z5 e$ P; C6 ~They dance with the invisible ones
1 v2 m6 I; m* ~1 w: YThey're anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
9 R: H& v1 M" ~5 W2 F% sThey're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone
0 w2 [9 C$ H4 d: DThey 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.
. K4 q+ P9 }0 i6 S2 Aseems what our vanity fair  merely care is money, what a simple life they are leading!!