Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

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PINK LYRICS

"Dear Mr. President"
(feat. Indigo Girls)
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Dear Mr. President,
" D8 x  j& C" s! K( 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.

' H) s' A) p) kWhat do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
) A; e& J) ^/ m: |! N' Q% H  W- [What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?
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( ]. V( }2 _- \! S7 i! V7 L8 z  GHow 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
- x4 f# ?" {0 b7 ]& K+ OAnd tell me why?

+ @9 Q" H* w) _Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
- z1 B( c* V0 e* Z$ k* CAre you a lonely boy?
How can you say
6 I  e: ~/ c* ^$ P6 W3 T( ZNo child is left behind?
- j! k) R! p9 [' V# r: P+ CWe're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.
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; J) M& X3 H7 y% c2 ?/ r9 G& v9 j: XWhat kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
3 ^5 ?) q, d$ oAnd what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
$ g3 C: f3 F. l- I7 u" @, q% ]I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
4 S1 M( l# ?% k4 Y! n4 xYou've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.
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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?
) {* x3 v9 L, \" U- [+ C* cCan you even look me in the eye?
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$ }8 o/ @- @$ X6 u2 B: C/ ZLet me tell you 'bout hard work
# F, [# g$ [! F4 a% n: `, [5 ?+ L. nMinimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
! Z8 N/ E2 b! J9 pRebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
& v4 T* B# ^% @% A* I3 ?3 B6 V0 bLet me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
% T  p5 ]& y% _/ bLet me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
7 W8 N7 w! F8 f6 _* X- @: @You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
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! }0 ], ^, S! B  M+ LHow do you sleep at night?
; Z# u$ s, |1 u# gHow do you walk with your head held high?
" F0 N; a9 x- A7 l. ~; x' M$ YDear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?
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& I" i4 H% B5 {! x1 U& X8 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,
! h4 @0 ~$ ^, d9 O' z7 G3 a$支持$ $支持$ $支持$

fcyfcy1

impressive... i heard the song several times in last week... but never paid attention to the lyrics...
5 o  l/ T- B: iIn fact it's quite good$送花$

goldfish

They dance alone ---Sting

Why are there women here dancing on their own?
Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
Why are the soldiers here
Their faces fixed like stone?
8 d$ A5 @* Z' G- c$ h+ I, dI can't see what it is that they dispise
/ t" M1 h! z9 x& z& GThey're dancing with the missing
7 t, l5 a3 J  N6 A0 ?( AThey're dancing with the dead
2 N% x9 c1 O4 T: ?They dance with the invisible ones
  p' A6 s- [6 r: G; a; R3 Z4 ~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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+ D9 x6 f+ P9 p4 v4 x! h- L! KIt's the only form of protest they're allowed
I've seen their silent faces scream so loud
If they were to speak these words they'd go missing too
7 t. k) x5 ?/ a. @Another woman on a torture table what else can they do
They're dancing with the missing
2 |5 h6 `, @$ K3 q; Q* ?They're dancing with the dead
! l# A3 j8 n6 o& eThey dance with the invisible ones
1 p) Q% L. j! G/ ]( X6 r; @Their anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
7 }+ |; @9 ~5 \) yThey're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone

/ O; R9 F* Y  F; U- @One day we'll dance on their graves
One 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
One day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance

Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
- d- w5 T; O+ lEllas danzan con los muertos
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
Ellas danzan con silenciosa angustia
Danzan con sus pardres
3 \5 a, d& [% Z9 BDanzan con sus hijos
Danzan con sus esposos
: s: k$ N" H# {1 ~: F$ SEllas danzan solas
Danzan solas

Hey Mr. Pinochet
! @8 }4 l4 n' _) s) s- b1 s8 T) xYou've sown a bitter crop
It's foreign money that supports you
. `3 o4 a. ^* G6 eOne day the money's going to stop
: R$ ?0 X+ \* m  C* g; H) D, zNo wages for your torturers
2 H6 J* T' \! D+ tNo budget for your guns
, }- ~# Q- v$ e! V, Q0 f" wCan you think of your own mother
1 y8 i8 t) B9 A% DDancin' with her invisible son
They're dancing with the missing
* J* l  P, G6 \2 Q9 T1 {# @They're dancing with the dead
& d7 r, G, b5 r. zThey dance with the invisible ones
7 K- G" O. [6 U3 S9 IThey're anguish is unsaid
/ K) ]5 C7 [! q  F. K- k4 cThey're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
( X/ n. q: Z$ nThey'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.
7 s3 ^9 p# Q* m0 C9 m$ s; G/ T5 W. g# Aseems what our vanity fair  merely care is money, what a simple life they are leading!!