Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

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

"Dear Mr. President"
. [. K7 i/ c) o% {) p(feat. Indigo Girls)

Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
! n7 V) l% J7 Q4 V( p! {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.

4 |0 W+ U7 \( ?0 j; f+ e8 E! wWhat do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
4 O4 Y8 ?5 s! k% Z# yWhat do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?
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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?
! n! g5 h7 w5 W/ aHow do you walk with your head held high?
6 b* X4 ^. N) z. p0 uCan you even look me in the eye
# D: r- e2 g# \9 M/ Y" B( KAnd tell me why?
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Dear Mr. President,
) v  w# c4 e- m9 S  UWere you a lonely boy?
7 y) @4 V+ @( y4 `Are you a lonely boy?
* L3 h$ q+ g# X/ R- RAre you a lonely boy?
6 g) M' n. p4 t) q0 z3 Y8 lHow can you say
. `: r; N% o6 w( Y* hNo child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
  X: N* u( W4 LWhile you pave the road to hell.
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9 x! |7 A+ z0 ~. a" uWhat kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
1 A( Z( X! t) G. L3 {) L6 F: n" pI can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.
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4 n  m' `$ D  `9 ~% V1 MHow do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
, X2 N& m6 M1 E/ j: f. ]How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
. T9 w) }' w& A% l+ `( `0 ACan you even look me in the eye?
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) t: ~* }: d& b0 Q# g0 G5 F& ULet me tell you 'bout hard work
) ~, `. w/ W+ v2 W$ I: IMinimum wage with a baby on the way
/ E9 ^( q& x% S: vLet me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
+ p9 D/ z# Z' n* \Let me tell you 'bout hard work
# u2 H# k1 ^2 E9 c1 K  ^( bBuilding a bed out of a cardboard box
4 W& }; ~9 F0 f7 ELet me tell you 'bout hard work
, c  W$ g& h3 _1 Q- u$ uHard work
3 a# z5 j7 ]$ K% Z- n& N# Y( u1 |Hard work
5 M. z6 [0 [* s2 F# p" O( q' CYou don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
. I4 s, l$ ~7 d0 HHard work
Oh

+ b9 h$ r- y6 }* Y- `0 ~How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
- ^3 N) z, }$ YWould you?

4 P4 n' o4 M& C5 y2 E  q. T) s3 }# H[ 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,
! G1 ~( d* k! b) @' }" Z) B$支持$ $支持$ $支持$

fcyfcy1

impressive... i heard the song several times in last week... but never paid attention to the lyrics...
) |5 U/ z: \8 [$ Q+ _4 WIn fact it's quite good$送花$

goldfish

They dance alone ---Sting
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Why are there women here dancing on their own?
Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
$ o2 C5 A: W  W1 ~# b& f4 QWhy are the soldiers here
Their faces fixed like stone?
I can't see what it is that they dispise
4 m- P) o3 V. b$ \They're dancing with the missing
6 E( q; Z) m% r3 k  IThey're dancing with the dead
8 s* M; P; E3 X6 l; H( r6 ?) {They dance with the invisible ones
3 \5 t* i, h- d! W8 D( i5 D: vTheir anguish is unsaid
2 ]8 ?% n* E( r+ x; KThey'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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) D8 Z0 i0 P# k/ y- ~5 a6 f$ d8 RIt's the only form of protest they're allowed
I've seen their silent faces scream so loud
/ o8 J, I' s! A4 e! r$ f3 a5 |If 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
They're dancing with the dead
3 F( B" g; r3 u& z& R9 AThey dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
8 M0 P9 X4 @7 I  a. }  i5 ]% FThey're dancing with their sons
! t3 ?8 M$ T) i8 L: K7 p( a- F6 @They're dancing with their husbands
! o4 m: a2 \, F8 T4 [/ ~They dance alone They dance alone
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4 @+ f! Z+ L9 pOne day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
2 K0 X# ?6 b7 i, c3 t, ]7 rOne day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance
( }$ b; B) S. q8 @; N" [7 C# Q6 d3 {3 ^One day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
+ E6 [* J+ Z5 J% Q. M( XAnd we'll dance
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" c8 R9 f! u& T$ ~4 U' U' fEllas danzan con los desaparecidos
Ellas danzan con los muertos
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
7 a) Q! `5 }$ Z7 {( PEllas danzan con silenciosa angustia
5 F0 R7 t5 I# P# hDanzan con sus pardres
Danzan con sus hijos
Danzan con sus esposos
, t  J' _9 w$ m) f) a7 P& \Ellas danzan solas
" F3 T6 X; x' `5 ^7 y' F6 BDanzan solas
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5 e# n, U( k8 k- z9 d1 s1 n5 E; R+ ?3 BHey Mr. Pinochet
You've sown a bitter crop
It's foreign money that supports you
" c$ a# \3 s6 Y' ?4 {4 w  G- X% @5 y. dOne day the money's going to stop
( U4 ?+ }/ u1 z8 G2 z% TNo wages for your torturers
No budget for your guns
8 M5 D( F2 U0 i: g: S& ~& V. [: I1 zCan you think of your own mother
  E& `1 t! P6 G9 X/ w6 `Dancin' with her invisible son
* _% o$ a% Q+ p. }9 tThey're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
' ]1 h5 N& r2 x0 ]0 E; O; \They're anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
7 b/ a3 r& v4 X5 \1 v$ pThey dance alone
( z. R7 k: t" B8 QThey 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!!