Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

http://youtube.com/v/6DEh0eSpNvY
. m4 H7 P5 D1 V# q: S& rPINK LYRICS

# y6 }1 y1 W& @4 ?& u3 p; L7 M"Dear Mr. President"
(feat. Indigo Girls)

Dear Mr. President,
  T7 F* _6 s2 m- TCome take a walk with me.
0 n) m; d: r& S9 T/ |+ eLet's pretend we're just two people and
: [; N: H) @. d& |( s% v/ TYou're not better than me.
$ e* m& ?$ B  pI'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.
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What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
; F, Y; h& R6 yWho do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?

. k$ N/ t0 @- [' N* Y  M, h) K* [How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
- p) H3 t) s, E  c3 gHow do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
- a# ?* q4 V# v  ^+ X8 X- MCan you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?

9 r0 h9 J/ q2 ~! ~: NDear Mr. President,
. z* r2 \, G+ S& a0 M+ QWere you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
* L8 A( N! _0 s" a: F6 f7 \' L6 X, XNo child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
0 G% b! F* G) r) S0 g; ]4 Y# dThey're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.
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1 L( F/ G: r5 vWhat kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
- `. m9 ^4 t" X6 V' gAnd what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
* n# ]  C( L9 L* Y3 B) VI can only imagine what the first lady has to say
2 a& m/ g; I* _  ?- J- |* E% \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?
How do you walk with your head held high?
2 K5 x1 I) C. h3 u6 XCan you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you 'bout hard work
8 W* B6 x$ i5 d. t9 h2 }2 kMinimum wage with a baby on the way
1 W2 Q3 Q3 l/ M; b2 ~% QLet me tell you 'bout hard work
% I* T6 o  E. P4 E! P1 ]* `* `Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
+ o% V8 F; X  L3 [Hard work
Hard work
) J" [% \; c4 Q! \, p2 A+ QYou don't know nothing 'bout hard work
7 z( E6 `! h: rHard work
: h, Z# T6 E) E) \Hard work
Oh

' e6 `% d6 Y2 \" Q" iHow do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
, i- o2 Z4 p) oYou'd never take a walk with me.
# L! ?7 G7 z$ O% r2 @Would you?

# n5 X) r, C6 x" u0 b[ 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,
$支持$ $支持$ $支持$

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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; |7 W; b+ \: I8 |: z: T; XWhy are there women here dancing on their own?
) i+ I$ c( r; Q8 r8 Y! c) q9 s! J! \Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
: f% F  m$ m+ aWhy are the soldiers here
; [$ ^. m# p# Q1 h5 L0 x6 CTheir faces fixed like stone?
I can't see what it is that they dispise
They're dancing with the missing
" s/ R4 N5 u% C  rThey'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
9 @' n; H! A/ RThey'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
. d6 c& r7 V; _" e- _. PI've seen their silent faces scream so loud
% V; K: A: D* N, J8 v2 ?3 r& [If they were to speak these words they'd go missing too
  c' C; D+ {5 `9 AAnother woman on a torture table what else can they do
1 X0 M; N# e/ ]% N/ ?They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
' ~' k% Z, L  j8 dThey dance with the invisible ones
5 P7 i5 c* R; |# a2 b& Q, f; _5 b* ^% ^+ jTheir anguish is unsaid
+ r! E8 y( T% ?They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
/ A0 ?8 z; X, P3 X8 DThey're dancing with their husbands
& y4 `" C  ]7 v% nThey dance alone They dance alone
8 a! Z; H' g$ O# A# }; @9 {8 q/ C, `
One day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
( C0 w; A# c9 ~- T  n4 MAnd we'll dance
8 L' K/ p0 y' K, w. b$ B- k2 H# z. Y, m; yOne day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
: O# b  \6 ^- P, E) aAnd we'll dance
$ b& t9 I8 s9 W) g3 o: Q5 }
Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
Ellas danzan con los muertos
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
; g$ G# v8 Z4 o/ E# k% a  ?Ellas danzan con silenciosa angustia
Danzan con sus pardres
$ M: S8 V1 H* E9 L+ h6 LDanzan con sus hijos
3 ?8 [- N" W% r0 M. w" ?9 }Danzan con sus esposos
8 N7 ]% \* U' o% U, D+ }Ellas danzan solas
6 w5 q3 p9 Z9 O6 eDanzan solas
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% g! }" N- H2 {0 D! hHey Mr. Pinochet
You've sown a bitter crop
It's foreign money that supports you
One day the money's going to stop
; F5 T6 m3 [1 o) Q' f+ d2 QNo wages for your torturers
6 E, ^/ F6 E4 \* vNo budget for your guns
Can you think of your own mother
Dancin' with her invisible son
0 [' {6 z; c. G- ?6 j6 b2 d7 }They're dancing with the missing
+ v9 e3 b+ d6 K  I# XThey're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
They're anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
/ N# h6 d! }$ AThey're dancing with their sons
" U/ H6 q7 [  D0 {# VThey're dancing with their husbands
$ d" D' X' p) n# _2 p$ `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!!