Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

http://youtube.com/v/6DEh0eSpNvY
2 f( t; l; ?7 o/ O- C# J, OPINK LYRICS
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"Dear Mr. President"
(feat. Indigo Girls)

Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
/ W* x& h8 p* X5 c" l  L0 `You're not better than me.
4 L$ O! D% ~  fI'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

8 X  t& U8 n3 V7 {. n# 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?
3 B$ |+ m7 H$ }4 C' BWhat do you feel when you look in the mirror?
4 B8 T. t3 S+ \: Q) A4 L5 `Are you proud?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
* }$ L9 _  X7 L! XHow do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
3 T9 z$ U; L8 KHow do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
! Z, L- J& u  M& Q9 SAnd tell me why?
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Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
7 Q* \: J! D- Z+ z" p+ \0 Q, @; c  gHow can you say
9 O3 ?" L& E8 s( q+ |; ~No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
; C+ m( h# g  h3 r  I4 KAnd what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
6 n- Q% s/ d" P( F: nI can only imagine what the first lady has to say
- m1 @; A) t1 pYou've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

/ ?1 @- H  s1 s! `0 L1 }% @How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
) p8 O# t" Q: k/ v4 r/ WHow do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
0 c8 y  p7 ~% G. n$ Z5 }1 KHow do you walk with your head held high?
- v0 S  V* L5 O8 J* Y% Q* nCan you even look me in the eye?

( r  C) `! h- N7 g, Y# s  ]Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
! G( r4 Q4 b( W; a$ h( yLet me tell you 'bout hard work
& g3 ?. k# w# Q8 w" lRebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
3 P! @- p& U, P: wLet me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
6 ~# J& Y) N" Y6 f- V5 K: R, _* bLet me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
% j3 H" _$ [2 v4 j6 n! J9 q' nYou don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
$ G+ E( k7 l- ^* w8 rOh

8 a8 q$ P- u5 `' ~  JHow do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
# u0 o1 N  }0 O( z6 N3 iDear Mr. President,
" q. m+ r7 Q, P; `* H, UYou'd never take a walk with me.
) u5 Z; n+ {  b6 QWould 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,
( q# q( l: x2 `$ ?$支持$ $支持$ $支持$

fcyfcy1

impressive... i heard the song several times in last week... but never paid attention to the lyrics...
/ D/ r% P7 x" ?/ \. Y/ vIn fact it's quite good$送花$

goldfish

They dance alone ---Sting

  N1 q& g/ ]4 ~5 H' w9 XWhy are there women here dancing on their own?
Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
* W8 y3 `+ h6 ?6 U9 `Why are the soldiers here
9 k  T* I; l! X' u8 t+ R% R$ vTheir faces fixed like stone?
I 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
Their anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
. H0 j, m; b) i9 i9 G; i$ dThey're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone

It's the only form of protest they're allowed
I've seen their silent faces scream so loud
9 ?/ n) S; i1 H0 M5 ^' I! m3 HIf they were to speak these words they'd go missing too
" W# k8 ~8 h! Y) Z! @) S+ C6 lAnother woman on a torture table what else can they do
$ d1 Y8 c8 v- EThey're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
) O1 l# }4 r1 J9 z5 C6 z* R8 tThey dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
, j" f8 \7 @2 wThey're dancing with their fathers
$ @! q; ]; R) _+ j4 N) t; DThey're dancing with their sons
8 F  z9 ?/ |! q! F7 jThey're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone

One day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
8 Q& J) c- N; B  S# G, ^' _0 f; d+ tOne day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance
3 E; N; O3 d, z* w; W8 t" iOne day we'll dance on their graves
" Y0 w3 t# u9 n9 Z1 O% ]$ `One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance
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4 P4 w# o/ p4 `5 d/ b9 |Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
( S8 e  i! {+ \4 ]5 S: I' `' fEllas danzan con los muertos
+ T  w9 {# r' LEllas danzan con amores invisibles
$ a; u4 Z: n9 f5 G$ O4 v* x: NEllas danzan con silenciosa angustia
9 ]1 m% T- O) h8 A( V6 UDanzan con sus pardres
Danzan con sus hijos
) ~- \5 M" ^1 d3 C8 NDanzan con sus esposos
Ellas danzan solas
Danzan solas

+ K, O  t+ r0 D4 V4 E4 {& I8 j7 `Hey Mr. Pinochet
$ b0 X2 N! }7 S% s% H* s% A2 EYou've sown a bitter crop
4 ~! h6 I+ J4 v& ]/ D& K' z$ MIt's foreign money that supports you
4 ^" ^9 k1 I" S% k+ x: s; KOne day the money's going to stop
! _8 T0 O( a; q- Q5 c$ u) aNo wages for your torturers
No budget for your guns
Can you think of your own mother
Dancin' with her invisible son
) E; u+ g) V8 K: H# K" dThey're dancing with the missing
9 j* o/ _: v, D3 E: OThey're dancing with the dead
4 o2 J$ e& N: }9 p, z) oThey dance with the invisible ones
( X7 E) i7 W( \4 r8 x6 _! IThey're anguish is unsaid
' V, G# X  ]) a8 a5 k0 pThey're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
) S* T! \* i3 e! W9 T7 P0 QThey 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.
$ {- B: ?- F) S$ Z+ G$ Fseems what our vanity fair  merely care is money, what a simple life they are leading!!