Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

http://youtube.com/v/6DEh0eSpNvY
9 d9 B& M- T4 h4 w% WPINK LYRICS
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"Dear Mr. President"
9 _( W' B% |6 X0 D% G1 ^' r7 Z2 ^(feat. Indigo Girls)
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; t2 l( J! M! U; C; ?4 a, k/ zDear Mr. President,
/ Q2 G/ o( K; H8 E1 V: dCome take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me.
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?
. n- {' w- i2 J# j1 B( ~8 b( {Who 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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9 ?9 J) s# x. E: \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?
Can you even look me in the eye
- l% x8 I) u3 v4 P" s; b4 yAnd tell me why?
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' a( |% m* a% s% y# YDear Mr. President,
Were 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.
; k) ?/ i9 w6 ZThey're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.
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' ]6 r. o  h  B' b# u6 AWhat kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
* `9 q% r! Z7 XI can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.
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  O4 K/ D: w  X. T% r3 T- rHow 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?
1 {2 j, g1 Q+ kCan 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
! v. E  ]" G9 f9 K' ]Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
) {9 c$ D- S1 ~' T4 v+ _Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
- ?- I/ ~* K3 l# K- L" e5 DHard work
Hard work
* L( P& {) [# F0 C% D3 f0 b; vYou don't know nothing 'bout hard work
; ?2 }+ `  ^( {3 Z/ k8 f' f& @Hard work
Hard work
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How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
8 v9 X, O4 [. K& tDear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
* l) E; @; ^- EWould you?
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[ 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,
& F* b& i% r6 {# j$支持$ $支持$ $支持$

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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' b2 h) V6 P$ Z# nWhy are there women here dancing on their own?
+ Z0 ^1 c) ]+ mWhy is there this sadness in their eyes?
Why are the soldiers here
# [1 m/ `' y" W5 y7 W$ K( O3 aTheir faces fixed like stone?
I can't see what it is that they dispise
They're dancing with the missing
# L: D3 S9 B" h! s( LThey're dancing with the dead
/ h8 R2 L- R1 C8 A7 X, eThey dance with the invisible ones
/ G: M* S+ e* I7 B/ `- X1 RTheir 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
3 R" {! y- z; d/ DI've seen their silent faces scream so loud
9 i0 f3 C! O4 qIf they were to speak these words they'd go missing too
# N$ j+ o% Q) qAnother woman on a torture table what else can they do
They're dancing with the missing
* S9 I% f- k; E% J; e4 A4 E7 l* vThey're dancing with the dead
6 {: N8 M& {  M* ?0 iThey dance with the invisible ones
+ c. A5 f; C$ c8 v5 L, c' eTheir anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
8 @+ n# b  v. t2 X+ X( D" i7 k% ZThey're dancing with their husbands
0 y1 E  F9 K0 g9 r5 `" Y6 nThey dance alone They dance alone

  S8 m) R: \" `1 d$ e) q; ^. _3 a6 p( yOne day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
* g4 y! G/ S% W* G" }) JOne day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance
6 W! T" s8 r! t- D, M" @. gOne day we'll dance on their graves
7 o' S& t( d2 H) }; {1 H$ GOne day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
0 i4 j$ V0 m* B- \5 `. |) HAnd we'll dance

Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
& L+ B* _9 p$ o5 K1 D  I" VEllas danzan con los muertos
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
( J8 I8 j$ s& C) U1 V. `Ellas danzan con silenciosa angustia
8 C* M1 _0 s/ y( U& zDanzan con sus pardres
+ W% h" x3 u7 x; P/ e+ G* GDanzan con sus hijos
( L6 b$ S2 O; H$ k4 j$ J7 d" fDanzan con sus esposos
Ellas danzan solas
Danzan solas
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0 `' j( A$ Y0 B4 F4 \1 q8 wHey Mr. Pinochet
; {- `- S) Y2 U# v6 nYou've sown a bitter crop
It's foreign money that supports you
  F6 H- B$ x: g( A( e9 n. EOne day the money's going to stop
No wages for your torturers
No budget for your guns
Can you think of your own mother
7 A" k# H' f" d$ O; O8 dDancin' with her invisible son
3 I9 D0 f/ C0 o* x0 hThey're dancing with the missing
9 J, k( P% I6 s& M2 F1 M! {9 q2 }They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
They're anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
: [2 J4 O4 u! O7 Y/ W  eThey're dancing with their husbands
' W, B' b7 B1 _8 R& j9 y& BThey dance alone
5 |7 b& x2 y5 ~# R: c. f% u5 e% S# bThey 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!!