Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

http://youtube.com/v/6DEh0eSpNvY
( m1 a0 _  W$ I. W! D( {PINK LYRICS
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& U7 C9 r+ W& `3 z. G% C; g7 e"Dear Mr. President"
(feat. Indigo Girls)

Dear Mr. President,
# P& L7 D- K, Q2 y& y( a* jCome take a walk with me.
4 a$ ?1 D* F: FLet'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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What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
! {& y- q& B) e# q2 S5 BWho do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
7 r. Z8 s! T) Y7 ~3 pAre you proud?

7 X4 Z3 a  L* w' nHow do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
5 D% x5 S! u$ R, u: A& J( {) T1 _How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
5 _1 N0 g0 g9 M1 F! Q* t% `Can you even look me in the eye
/ c8 c* d+ H  k: u5 Q1 IAnd tell me why?

Dear Mr. President,
" T6 E8 {' T  F& t8 NWere you a lonely boy?
* F6 I8 Y# X" m3 M$ Z& `Are you a lonely boy?
. G9 d( G8 {& hAre you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
  c& d3 o& N, E+ mWe're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
3 X, ^! P* E7 x% M! L8 p5 ?+ LWhile you pave the road to hell.

' [) G* X" x1 XWhat kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
5 v/ X$ f: v7 i5 L/ EAnd what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
: |. e3 X' A: K3 l+ \I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
( ~$ t, B3 E7 ^+ d$ bYou've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.
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" c/ i1 n! x' N1 M, UHow do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
. S2 {' [7 w& {How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
& {8 J! B1 o" N, J  \4 J% F/ ZHow do you walk with your head held high?
- E* P7 U. L$ Q1 P3 I  Q( fCan you even look me in the eye?
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Let me tell you 'bout hard work
6 }6 a, [: i" t1 I3 P4 zMinimum wage with a baby on the way
9 I+ Q* D' z  Q% HLet me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
- I/ E! C/ w" o5 c$ C5 ^Hard work
3 F; ^, J" g0 N5 z" I- }& d4 B* u' iHard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

3 d+ g5 F, v9 h, a. y, S+ a- lHow do you sleep at night?
9 G" G1 B1 ^$ r. i% }How do you walk with your head held high?
8 ~: M/ T1 s- k, l; j% N% nDear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
, N  N0 H3 ]4 V* c0 ?9 f9 M; UWould you?

[ 本帖最后由 celinedeng 于 2007-7-7 21:03 编辑 ]

alicia_83

The singer is so cool!
" i( [/ q. V+ k: u0 _7 [A thoughtful song~~~

goldfish

nothing is absolutely right or wrong,especially on politics.

bobic_wang

it is really a moving song,
% {! s, b' u0 `" 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...
( R$ b9 L; k' `5 jIn fact it's quite good$送花$

goldfish

They dance alone ---Sting
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4 D) G6 V) A+ G. z8 s/ |& c7 OWhy are there women here dancing on their own?
. h  E& l/ O: k% ?1 n% s3 \Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
Why are the soldiers here
9 X& A- O% Z. E  F! LTheir faces fixed like stone?
/ M- F, F( y5 L( I$ Z; g# oI can't see what it is that they dispise
" W5 R  `/ N9 ]0 i' z. m5 z$ RThey're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
1 L. I4 ?* S9 D' g& h+ S" [Their anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
& V4 m1 Z3 Y" HThey're dancing with their sons
: C1 x7 U( s7 Z! [( `They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone

% j& P2 z) [- ^# K. dIt's the only form of protest they're allowed
I've seen their silent faces scream so loud
4 m' q. E' ^6 v* C) O, ~1 {If they were to speak these words they'd go missing too
  g' n) l" m6 ~Another 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
" p; E6 R6 D% OTheir anguish is unsaid
, X+ |. j% P  @+ DThey're dancing with their fathers
0 y# G5 F4 B8 T; _2 r* S# f( xThey're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone
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' j$ ?* u3 @9 z+ |: P0 V; ~1 GOne day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
9 d- W  j# K! z% w9 xAnd we'll dance
One day we'll dance on their graves
4 [, B4 U5 d) g( W/ b; UOne day we'll sing our freedom
6 s: M% F) h9 K5 Y6 s& QOne day we'll laugh in our joy
4 T2 N7 L, Q3 x; G9 R/ rAnd we'll dance
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- c: g& K- H3 {3 Y) {/ IEllas danzan con los desaparecidos
3 M3 \$ v7 L& Q; [! f  P9 XEllas danzan con los muertos
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
$ @# l6 y/ e& YEllas danzan con silenciosa angustia
Danzan con sus pardres
Danzan con sus hijos
Danzan con sus esposos
$ E! a" ^2 N) `% @" w, e) uEllas danzan solas
  B3 G0 |1 I4 z' ^Danzan solas

Hey Mr. Pinochet
/ M7 Y2 T: |. _. T0 _You've sown a bitter crop
It's foreign money that supports you
) z4 ?9 O; u' K0 g" SOne day the money's going to stop
No wages for your torturers
! U6 H- M1 u7 R3 Y; T4 P  Y; ANo budget for your guns
9 g8 W: C$ ]" x- h# v, qCan you think of your own mother
Dancin' with her invisible son
8 x' I( F% Q+ b& _; mThey're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
: ]: `: {! z4 B/ p: yThey dance with the invisible ones
They're anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
4 j* w* ?8 O5 e0 g- Z, cThey're dancing with their husbands
# v% e3 V  @& O0 A0 CThey dance alone
+ p. t& _1 \% `+ M* @3 i7 C) L9 cThey 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.
) v2 a. Q6 W$ Q& K; g/ I. Gseems what our vanity fair  merely care is money, what a simple life they are leading!!