Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

http://youtube.com/v/6DEh0eSpNvY
PINK LYRICS
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2 ?+ G! w: D' T9 l+ Y. r! T4 q/ @. ~: A"Dear Mr. President"
8 ^& G- l$ W  {5 F8 y8 P(feat. Indigo Girls)
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" ?! C5 \9 ]# g' d" M$ O7 {Dear Mr. President,
' j8 B! |4 u' a  i! }1 TCome take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
( I& w, j- e7 XYou're not better than me.
/ i& c4 {; `7 B* ?1 m& @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?
" h% A) o) Q, i5 lWho do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
* M% N6 \: n' w' A; @( _Are you proud?

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?
9 _& L7 S0 N9 L6 }! Z4 yCan you even look me in the eye
7 c( K* x7 s8 U# I: GAnd tell me why?
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& T/ H5 k& K1 D- U" S, GDear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
4 w: a4 Z6 ?9 U* HAre you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
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.

7 P  b$ F; t, rWhat 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?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.
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: G/ A0 m' z. y  Z: o0 CHow 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?

% o9 z1 u! d) uLet me tell you 'bout hard work
1 w+ t& d9 _# g% LMinimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
! Z! t" M- c( \Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
' C5 R) V. y  D0 G( MBuilding a bed out of a cardboard box
! N5 b$ e, J, S# M6 PLet me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
5 X9 D$ D3 t" {( CHard work
! i* X" O7 r& F+ qYou don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh
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8 C7 L9 Z- {/ O  p) W* c, S$ OHow do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
& T( m2 b2 L# LYou'd never take a walk with me.
6 Z3 r% m8 B. L" R+ R9 o- P) hWould 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,
9 w! l' T$ S2 U" H  a: 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...
In fact it's quite good$送花$

goldfish

They dance alone ---Sting

" l: [" c; Z2 L+ W  g2 [* j' m7 SWhy are there women here dancing on their own?
Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
4 F9 V- b; t( pWhy are the soldiers here
1 p, Z$ P2 P! [! {# Q1 DTheir faces fixed like stone?
I can't see what it is that they dispise
They're dancing with the missing
+ L, G# n1 {5 N" p7 WThey're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
' w: j6 e# }3 S6 c7 g% W$ NTheir anguish is unsaid
3 Q6 ]! |" M4 u+ E8 I7 {They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
+ l8 h1 }% j( r/ h6 A6 SThey're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone
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$ V7 W1 U( P/ LIt's the only form of protest they're allowed
: S0 a9 U( c0 d# N" V% u3 h. GI've seen their silent faces scream so loud
If they were to speak these words they'd go missing too
. d0 Y. g4 z& }9 |2 s$ L6 LAnother woman on a torture table what else can they do
# C; B3 \) F& n& Y: J: h5 n% YThey're dancing with the missing
% M: _4 o8 Y% Q5 L2 g. @$ s0 p; {They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
- ?  ~4 S. B, F6 h4 FThey're dancing with their husbands
! {) Y9 h: M$ `8 s- v2 V# j: [They dance alone They dance alone

; F- y8 P" Y& ~$ U" q9 s7 fOne day we'll dance on their graves
# ?. ?6 C8 T& Z; U9 A  ?& `' m- I3 IOne day we'll sing our freedom
, c  N( {& E, T" ~  kOne day we'll laugh in our joy
5 Z9 L* [; |' e5 \" ^* Z4 F4 s1 f/ VAnd we'll dance
/ ?- n, Y4 M+ U8 @  uOne day we'll dance on their graves
8 ^7 f/ A/ d/ kOne day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
; |  q7 v) x+ pAnd we'll dance

Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
) N7 |- d8 o" j" P  ^Ellas danzan con los muertos
" B4 x* D2 M! r* c& D2 a! I' l% cEllas danzan con amores invisibles
Ellas danzan con silenciosa angustia
Danzan con sus pardres
+ c% w0 @: N, h4 p5 G: q( t6 u( bDanzan con sus hijos
Danzan con sus esposos
Ellas danzan solas
Danzan solas

Hey Mr. Pinochet
You've sown a bitter crop
' x4 D) t3 F, v. `It's foreign money that supports you
1 `0 ~8 S7 H% C3 gOne day the money's going to stop
No wages for your torturers
No budget for your guns
* h* T# ]6 q$ C2 m+ U$ [Can you think of your own mother
Dancin' with her invisible son
They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
: n5 w; o6 Z# g/ x2 MThey're anguish is unsaid
$ ^8 {3 S" a1 \' [/ C& l2 KThey're dancing with their fathers
4 _3 V# L, E/ K0 PThey're dancing with their sons
1 ~. z# o8 b+ G! Y& e0 M0 \6 a2 TThey'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.
/ o, L- Z1 s! X7 Cseems what our vanity fair  merely care is money, what a simple life they are leading!!