Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

http://youtube.com/v/6DEh0eSpNvY
PINK LYRICS
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5 P/ b; U5 ~, a. z! j"Dear Mr. President"
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Dear Mr. President,
9 Q; y7 f: {+ I) `8 O4 u+ L2 OCome take a walk with me.
7 f7 ]3 v- g6 JLet'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?
2 ?1 f; d/ t- Q  W, S9 G8 TWho do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?

1 u3 {+ ?+ e% D- j$ w" b; p4 Y& R' ~How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
; }3 @( ]7 E1 b& CHow do you walk with your head held high?
% O1 e( W0 V4 Q& |* dCan you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?

6 {0 ^6 k0 W; z$ N* c1 {7 R4 c" J; @Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
3 N/ g% O( ]$ u1 B. b& w& H$ p( aAre you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
) A& }, |* H9 I, e; bNo child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
& Q8 H3 _; _% }4 O/ }/ ZThey're all sitting in your cells
1 P3 F0 \7 W! E) Q5 g/ ?While you pave the road to hell.
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What 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?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
) x+ L  m( I5 L6 C* ?8 CYou've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

( O$ s6 r- X! F1 E& B7 y$ `/ sHow do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
* |- U9 l5 z7 [& u5 {- DHow do you walk with your head held high?
7 G2 N6 J* j3 GCan you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you 'bout hard work
6 n; _+ b5 E. y- c/ XMinimum wage with a baby on the way
2 `7 m- }: Y1 J/ ?& j' a* i9 _# pLet me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
& ]. Z5 ^7 X& U% DLet me tell you 'bout hard work
9 X; i" y9 J* G1 ]! [4 P3 \4 eBuilding a bed out of a cardboard box
7 N) ?7 H. |' j. R4 vLet me tell you 'bout hard work
0 u/ x) G8 z4 IHard work
Hard work
# Y8 @3 J6 _7 Z  ?" X3 @You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
4 S5 o" [% M( k7 \7 eHard work
7 C' l* b' ?) A7 I4 cHard work
3 `' s/ t7 y, y2 I) J* W( oOh
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How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
7 ^2 ]; G: S0 R  ?3 S; NDear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
  @3 g4 d# K  s' T% vWould you?
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% f: I- Q: {( }! k& x, e[ 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,
* U5 t+ z- B- k; Y: Q$支持$ $支持$ $支持$

fcyfcy1

impressive... i heard the song several times in last week... but never paid attention to the lyrics...
4 P6 ?- v: T2 q9 iIn fact it's quite good$送花$

goldfish

They dance alone ---Sting

Why are there women here dancing on their own?
; f% m; m% m& g9 t$ IWhy is there this sadness in their eyes?
9 l, p3 j. O3 L( R' ~4 ^Why are the soldiers here
& }" D5 M7 n: x# D" ]2 u9 {  A4 kTheir faces fixed like stone?
6 u2 E6 Y7 x5 y* Y$ M5 `# ?. WI can't see what it is that they dispise
They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
+ p' b) J" A! ~. s# HTheir anguish is unsaid
5 m# Q( d  ^# Q; a  n/ j# D" F1 Y9 q5 RThey're dancing with their fathers
/ h6 s$ g7 n, C. W) C( I# k' q8 ZThey're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
) \4 [+ S0 u4 C/ JThey dance alone They dance alone

0 v6 I) r8 r+ j  H1 D( ]# p) |It's the only form of protest they're allowed
7 b- Q. O: p1 K0 ]* e. yI've seen their silent faces scream so loud
If they were to speak these words they'd go missing too
* o% b4 d& I. X: MAnother woman on a torture table what else can they do
They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
6 b7 h; z# i: ~( A9 l2 ~2 ~Their anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
) X$ T4 z  h: C# }. q. JThey're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone

" }1 [, X9 z1 E' q0 s. WOne day we'll dance on their graves
6 I8 ?/ X+ v$ e& M3 ?8 COne day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance
One day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
0 I" X- Q6 H) O! X5 f6 gOne day we'll laugh in our joy
1 |6 t& a7 X; Q: f  x" nAnd we'll dance
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Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
Ellas danzan con los muertos
7 B" x! I6 ^9 J3 JEllas danzan con amores invisibles
  c1 L9 P/ x+ l. mEllas danzan con silenciosa angustia
# D6 i% P4 i* U( u7 \3 PDanzan con sus pardres
Danzan con sus hijos
% o. e: s: r% ?9 p6 o& d5 ~Danzan con sus esposos
Ellas danzan solas
Danzan solas

Hey Mr. Pinochet
' T4 g5 ]# g3 _3 T$ f" UYou've sown a bitter crop
It's foreign money that supports you
# G1 D4 m3 U" g* y0 x- O) U2 ?$ nOne day the money's going to stop
1 l% K/ U; u) y& `# v$ V% o. Q! UNo wages for your torturers
No budget for your guns
Can you think of your own mother
% R0 j% z& i7 g  H8 w4 h) G9 DDancin' with her invisible son
; v  C/ @7 }2 q1 t8 ^1 BThey're dancing with the missing
) u: S; i5 G) a# V6 q2 oThey're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
They're anguish is unsaid
6 ]2 u" X* p" j2 zThey're dancing with their fathers
7 I9 i* a6 n3 T2 {2 \& `They'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!!