Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

http://youtube.com/v/6DEh0eSpNvY
PINK LYRICS
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"Dear Mr. President"
(feat. Indigo Girls)

Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
1 J7 F5 D7 o) i* r% X. Z" }7 YLet'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.
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  L2 @  [8 O3 Z$ m% v$ `$ W! nWhat do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
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?

* C9 M$ X* E1 b4 Y& e, {How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
0 q& c! t- U7 l, qHow do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
. p/ v5 X5 e; W0 U9 y& j) PHow do you walk with your head held high?
! g! [3 s1 W/ A8 a9 YCan you even look me in the eye
6 _& `/ e( E+ K: u3 @And tell me why?
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" q+ x- F8 c& s8 f5 m- GDear Mr. President,
# W3 {$ o8 o4 [" c) ?/ @- \( \Were you a lonely boy?
) G- O' h8 ^/ p5 _8 `* ]. ZAre you a lonely boy?
3 k% J6 l1 p) U  X$ I1 cAre you a lonely boy?
How can you say
' I! \' v  |+ Q0 h+ p* h! m3 ?No child is left behind?
! o' {$ E" Y; H  ]% E9 X# bWe're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
3 c, g3 n6 ~( i9 A; T6 G+ PWhile you pave the road to hell.

0 D. k; @) e9 b( A& A* n1 oWhat kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
* _5 k" y$ u( a; p+ i3 x/ O3 ~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
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
! I0 t7 u* y- E" z$ VHow 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?

3 ]& G) B( |& v6 `9 O$ @3 z& R, \Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
0 ?, ?" `! |- W) ^Let me tell you 'bout hard work
0 z. H( C+ M* ?" V' rRebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
: y: @2 R/ A: k9 S8 C) tBuilding a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
4 @. G+ \" r8 q1 VHard work
2 m9 u& X' P) ~. g5 g+ k2 PYou don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
8 D9 O9 Y) G4 s0 ?. F( N! I, |Hard work
3 \6 u% j2 @0 U; i/ M2 H' o# B8 aOh
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How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
4 D, s! k% T5 jDear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
; w" c& R6 B# c7 k& }4 k% V8 c, r4 nWould 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,
8 H  [8 @4 F1 p2 f) p& ^6 `9 ?: L$支持$ $支持$ $支持$

fcyfcy1

impressive... i heard the song several times in last week... but never paid attention to the lyrics...
: x( b+ M9 S' a! I# W& iIn fact it's quite good$送花$

goldfish

They dance alone ---Sting

Why are there women here dancing on their own?
9 K& v0 b: p4 ~/ ?Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
Why are the soldiers here
Their faces fixed like stone?
I can't see what it is that they dispise
( C  ^+ q9 N! L. E# VThey're dancing with the missing
/ n1 Q/ o3 h" mThey're dancing with the dead
1 A' j& |1 h( S9 C  P* ~, _They dance with the invisible ones
* D# \+ f; o' I. z0 _Their 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
- F6 T- {* o- u" S- o- BI've seen their silent faces scream so loud
, _; U9 b  I0 @) gIf they were to speak these words they'd go missing too
Another woman on a torture table what else can they do
They're dancing with the missing
* j( ]6 G! ?' F, X3 Z8 y6 U# `' T4 lThey're dancing with the dead
9 J1 m& f; f9 k3 I) |/ V& HThey dance with the invisible ones
# f( q; R' B3 \% U: f( QTheir anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
2 h7 x& n2 Y2 t0 W2 F2 h. [! ?0 IThey're dancing with their sons
+ }7 f! I6 y" Z6 zThey're dancing with their husbands
; a6 D2 y) q, j# `( t  `/ r" PThey dance alone They dance alone
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) F! P2 n& y% o2 g# j8 YOne day we'll dance on their graves
* p1 ?5 @. |  y7 q) \One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
( R8 x3 L( O4 B( P1 dAnd we'll dance
* K# y0 g, y' w0 J9 XOne day we'll dance on their graves
0 |2 I. w+ |% _& ^! q, i& sOne day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance

Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
Ellas danzan con los muertos
, a. @: W7 B2 W5 P* K6 G7 `Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
) S1 Q& i( B* tEllas danzan con silenciosa angustia
+ f& k) G8 e. I: GDanzan con sus pardres
  u& I. ]. _0 g% ^Danzan con sus hijos
3 k" Y* C+ h+ b/ E: l; G& QDanzan con sus esposos
Ellas danzan solas
Danzan solas
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Hey Mr. Pinochet
9 t* f  H9 x: S" d  IYou've sown a bitter crop
5 y: G+ ^: N, c/ q$ HIt's foreign money that supports you
One day the money's going to stop
" U2 t% O! V6 F0 |8 Y& hNo wages for your torturers
No budget for your guns
Can you think of your own mother
. Q% R" O: ]8 ]1 A. `9 q1 rDancin' with her invisible son
* ]/ E& E2 Z0 W5 oThey're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
7 a! T( D& s$ a+ cThey dance with the invisible ones
' b# r8 L) o$ E1 QThey're anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
  L1 `+ e/ k8 g& n: g7 K; a2 bThey'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.
" g- M! d/ [2 y8 Wseems what our vanity fair  merely care is money, what a simple life they are leading!!