Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

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

* x9 ]( D0 z  H' S* I% Y4 J" J"Dear Mr. President"
7 X: `' x3 `( N) b: B/ r4 g(feat. Indigo Girls)
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  F7 ^: a  j, N, P$ w! n( w% qDear Mr. President,
+ _* T. g2 f! G! S( u  }' _5 s; hCome take a walk with me.
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.

& w! f& p' |0 ]! _$ q& |& f7 `What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
1 K" Q* a" ~; PAre 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?
$ r2 d' U4 ~  Q8 dHow do you walk with your head held high?
2 t. g% a0 q$ |0 W) ACan you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?
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* |; T) m' j3 w* e$ k/ Q$ C3 w. x) [Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
3 l" ?3 j* u& @. @& F& KAre you a lonely boy?
- g$ L! I+ E  o5 o6 SAre you a lonely boy?
+ p, x( E- ]1 [0 h" uHow can you say
! x0 B: {, r7 k( sNo child is left behind?
+ e  ~6 N& {) p& \1 hWe're not dumb and we're not blind.
5 Y9 @4 i! K8 u* Y5 qThey're all sitting in your cells
- V, B2 B, y. w& y, aWhile you pave the road to hell.
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) [9 D" ~4 p0 H+ t4 m& BWhat kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
/ s6 A1 F0 e3 `% P! 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
2 j: G$ O# p9 V9 c. c$ K& FYou've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.
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4 ~0 H; w, F" vHow 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?

. ~! U* ~" A8 a2 u8 L( @Let me tell you 'bout hard work
7 J. z4 k2 r0 ~' x5 }; S% o2 v$ lMinimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
% J% r7 s4 n9 A- i; Q, m7 a( _% wRebuilding 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
Hard work
Hard work
2 |6 h. z) |6 W  p! ]$ [$ [1 hYou don't know nothing 'bout hard work
  [' J( ~3 K- Q8 f3 H7 j9 u2 J2 l7 xHard work
Hard work
) `( P$ F+ f; M; g# xOh

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.
  T( @3 T1 h8 b$ H3 m5 p+ tWould 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,
7 h# b, W, Z+ N% E, [% x$支持$ $支持$ $支持$

fcyfcy1

impressive... i heard the song several times in last week... but never paid attention to the lyrics...
; ~$ O, |: Q, QIn fact it's quite good$送花$

goldfish

They dance alone ---Sting
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, k0 z& G1 D5 [Why are there women here dancing on their own?
+ i. p! s; W; V4 ^' T! p" V7 QWhy is there this sadness in their eyes?
Why are the soldiers here
- o4 Z0 }% i  N- i$ Y! Y% m# y, u/ HTheir faces fixed like stone?
- N2 G+ w: v8 ?5 K5 eI can't see what it is that they dispise
: l3 v3 \" q3 oThey're dancing with the missing
8 N' T8 G; h' ^7 q, B% @8 bThey're dancing with the dead
0 h4 J& y4 T4 A: G$ }6 _8 qThey dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They'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
: r! x9 c- L, h/ b' [! ^0 X  ^If they were to speak these words they'd go missing too
1 q8 T7 H1 @/ U/ D% I- G6 @7 H8 PAnother 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
- {: n$ ]; z. H& `: _7 P1 sTheir anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
* A# |& G7 k) QThey're dancing with their sons
* h4 Q' [1 R, C% `. U& A; I* f; kThey're dancing with their husbands
! u- e! M% Y5 M5 C2 @They dance alone They dance alone

: M0 `$ w/ m0 x* DOne day we'll dance on their graves
, u8 i) j* k) g6 ?8 i5 w' A- sOne day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance
One day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
0 m2 b$ g: o  x7 m( _And we'll dance

! w! k- f" `2 u, X4 l4 BEllas danzan con los desaparecidos
Ellas danzan con los muertos
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
Ellas danzan con silenciosa angustia
Danzan con sus pardres
; ~$ D. w% z7 C# X, m: b! H4 XDanzan con sus hijos
) b  e5 |: g# E6 j& l& y- a. |9 ^' vDanzan con sus esposos
  U7 t$ `, l% H1 ~: P6 QEllas danzan solas
9 [9 C2 K$ C. _4 U3 ODanzan solas

Hey Mr. Pinochet
You've sown a bitter crop
It's foreign money that supports you
& }' G1 t( V( l2 oOne day the money's going to stop
No wages for your torturers
No budget for your guns
, }) i2 _% B$ c2 {  ]# a  fCan you think of your own mother
7 D1 T, U/ }2 g/ f7 y6 nDancin' with her invisible son
" L* l( [5 q+ }- b$ FThey're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
They're anguish is unsaid
6 L% v2 E4 ~6 }. w* P3 MThey're dancing with their fathers
0 S% ^; {* C' |2 F! `3 {They're dancing with their sons
They'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.
' L/ z- `4 w8 b. ~) h" j- Kseems what our vanity fair  merely care is money, what a simple life they are leading!!