Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

http://youtube.com/v/6DEh0eSpNvY
PINK LYRICS

  D' I2 G+ v# u' n"Dear Mr. President"
! p9 v% H5 v9 o) V) M- ?(feat. Indigo Girls)

& I+ v0 A3 q) h) P6 S* G  A/ V: oDear Mr. President,
! ~$ W' p. ]# `( ]7 @5 b/ QCome take a walk with me.
# t0 {8 f' c+ X! U% y1 ULet's pretend we're just two people and
! X8 k/ u7 v( m$ G4 YYou're not better than me.
$ @. D: D: P" q5 @, D$ J; dI'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?
% ?3 t/ ^/ u# BWho do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
4 y( C' G: U. ^( I* w5 |What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
- L' w$ D# m" JAre you proud?

& I1 n* W/ D0 q! E9 O7 M8 oHow do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
/ x- `9 P- a+ Z' wHow do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
1 t5 H4 ~. c1 K, @; tHow do you walk with your head held high?
# }  o9 _8 U! f1 SCan you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?

! z) a9 S  Q6 \& D. w' F" ^Dear Mr. President,
4 j* Z/ J+ P! E$ {; X) d9 mWere you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
! s$ s, T5 a) Q6 lAre you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
6 P& C3 A" |3 b) U. sWe'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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" L& B) w8 i, O. L1 PWhat kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
2 F1 A! z' b2 M3 IAnd what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
1 h5 ?8 u7 \) O4 L/ W/ {( I+ XYou've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

* Y& y# J' `! @How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
- n8 U  I1 h  f' QHow do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
0 S3 R& x- p, @. ~5 n3 KHow do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?
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( h* @1 D- E8 ~, h: A, kLet me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
; e) u( o3 q9 E7 l4 E0 i; _Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
4 m& U+ U, ^4 _: DLet me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
, t+ F8 r7 v4 {  C( E% Z" bHard work
4 a5 }0 B* Q- |Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
8 c$ E4 M3 `) t9 k6 kOh

: _; a! h5 w) QHow do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
! d0 n- \0 I& M+ {: i" oYou'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?

[ 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,
) ]: K  y. L8 O. S: t( v$支持$ $支持$ $支持$

fcyfcy1

impressive... i heard the song several times in last week... but never paid attention to the lyrics...
3 k8 W5 w% B8 E2 J/ B. H8 l- D" zIn fact it's quite good$送花$

goldfish

They dance alone ---Sting
2 m$ l( E7 G/ m: Z: Y
" O/ N0 A2 @; B6 X9 V2 l, {, `) }& AWhy are there women here dancing on their own?
: w. |1 _3 `/ C+ [Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
# |* h/ P, Z9 a5 oWhy are the soldiers here
Their faces fixed like stone?
I can't see what it is that they dispise
They're dancing with the missing
& \" G& J2 J4 Y7 f9 k! r8 r' SThey're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
5 b- h( C9 ~+ P6 ^. tThey're dancing with their fathers
: w7 K4 H) V% \, z- H5 xThey're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
/ n& c" U5 J! m; l0 e& v- oThey dance alone They dance alone
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6 g3 g4 S/ n0 T7 KIt's the only form of protest they're allowed
: M$ K3 _4 X( t2 ^) QI've seen their silent faces scream so loud
" e3 E2 Q1 T0 iIf they were to speak these words they'd go missing too
1 L, y6 V/ w" [( P4 O0 mAnother woman on a torture table what else can they do
' _5 X) f& V" n7 I, hThey're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
4 J) B2 I' ^+ s# aThey dance with the invisible ones
! ~9 `) k0 `# ]" ITheir anguish is unsaid
" I, p8 x- v: h- _5 u% GThey're dancing with their fathers
4 s+ l9 x1 C  h6 X) iThey're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone
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- \* O% Q; m8 o8 T3 AOne day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
; @1 ?$ b4 c. ^9 f$ z3 Z" Y2 L  CAnd we'll dance
One day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
9 m2 ~6 [  d9 I0 R  a* i; H) H2 NOne day we'll laugh in our joy
; W" W: h2 _4 F7 \6 R, G# M5 P6 zAnd we'll dance
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Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
Ellas danzan con los muertos
6 U) x" w, w: M$ ?Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
. ]( e1 i, Y6 }: k7 I1 Z" e+ G2 d6 `Ellas danzan con silenciosa angustia
Danzan con sus pardres
Danzan con sus hijos
Danzan con sus esposos
Ellas danzan solas
8 ]. P/ U- H6 O( V7 y  _4 {Danzan solas
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, U0 C* u/ D4 u' w& K6 H. M+ hHey Mr. Pinochet
% [+ [  N+ t) I! R% T/ ]" s# LYou've sown a bitter crop
It's foreign money that supports you
: p6 }. L1 o3 V( H- p) H; ]One day the money's going to stop
8 d4 J2 E$ H0 MNo wages for your torturers
2 Y( S6 Z8 Q5 K; x% NNo budget for your guns
Can you think of your own mother
Dancin' with her invisible son
1 \' M! N. q; Z& D  h3 uThey're dancing with the missing
3 ^" v- Q8 i  qThey're dancing with the dead
" J: M/ d6 |% _; A/ OThey dance with the invisible ones
They're anguish is unsaid
6 }. H! \$ z$ I" _' g# qThey're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
, l5 ^6 w; `: O, `3 |They're dancing with their husbands
' z2 _6 T7 `# i# OThey dance alone
4 W# K9 P' @" K5 q7 A8 ^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!!