Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

http://youtube.com/v/6DEh0eSpNvY
3 `% z" E6 e# w* i& v8 b3 p4 m* A% bPINK LYRICS

' R3 e! t' Z. a( S  f"Dear Mr. President"
% I0 ~( L& D5 E+ K3 e(feat. Indigo Girls)
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- m5 E5 |% L( fDear Mr. President,
* g9 ?2 Z% y2 w% a: C" B/ {/ \3 sCome take a walk with me.
5 m; b; o1 V7 Z5 k, WLet's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me.
6 ]3 A4 {. N6 ]/ r1 bI'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.
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3 \+ O, `( I8 L" }What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
. W/ f, y/ R( q5 H4 i* OWho do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
# {6 H9 M3 n9 T( @3 C; W/ qAre 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?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?

2 R, l) N) @+ r( @7 qDear Mr. President,
- w' R/ g; c7 n- I1 hWere you a lonely boy?
7 X0 ?/ _: n! L! m% w" N3 ?Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
% h+ ]2 H. R5 ^9 zHow can you say
. U4 ]& Z7 |1 u$ D8 yNo child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
) P! M9 k. G( w9 Z: T* wThey're all sitting in your cells
6 j& d6 y6 j1 hWhile you pave the road to hell.
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What 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
2 r/ n4 l& s' w0 A6 O' ^2 KYou've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
- I  Z$ Q5 e  }How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
5 d/ v/ Q$ l1 D$ ICan you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
6 t3 V2 M/ f+ E: HRebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
; T2 ?8 m4 G! S9 X; p/ L' FLet me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
0 x% e( P0 g. ~! g& S8 B( g5 w$ wLet me tell you 'bout hard work
7 _" B( }0 ?9 ~( YHard work
  c2 k* J  G6 B' lHard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
9 K9 r: [3 f! X. |. M/ @) QHard work
Oh
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9 l7 R( c; i& U4 L" @' C- {$ jHow do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
$ S3 y; i4 \1 PDear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
' Y% `# P! X: M$ a  yWould you?

. i+ N+ j' F$ ?3 l[ 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,
$支持$ $支持$ $支持$

fcyfcy1

impressive... i heard the song several times in last week... but never paid attention to the lyrics...
% M  U) i0 j( H- |3 m$ vIn 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?
5 B# P) K) N. t; a# UWhy are the soldiers here
+ i7 J( C, z, m' {/ PTheir faces fixed like stone?
I can't see what it is that they dispise
; z4 e, i4 h$ Z/ OThey're dancing with the missing
! I6 @3 K' E+ CThey'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
5 ~2 P5 a1 o% U, R) i3 j9 HThey're dancing with their husbands
+ L. }/ k+ \. D; O8 x, P+ [They dance alone They dance alone
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5 b0 X3 R. a* pIt's the only form of protest they're allowed
; }: p5 o& h9 m5 K, {. aI've seen their silent faces scream so loud
+ H/ W8 x  s, [9 ~2 c4 rIf they were to speak these words they'd go missing too
; n# q2 Z, n  b* e1 lAnother woman on a torture table what else can they do
7 N  P8 q8 y( Q* x& ~( j# {( OThey're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
/ j. S" |* s8 I4 x( LTheir anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
" }8 k. h; _2 f0 YThey're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone

  G' x+ E7 [* p' ]. j0 TOne day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
; E; ~4 ^* i! i2 N) tOne 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
5 ~4 c: s3 y* a2 |+ y5 `And we'll dance
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Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
Ellas danzan con los muertos
  @0 W; i1 {" n$ ZEllas danzan con amores invisibles
1 \) k& Y1 W* P3 n& EEllas danzan con silenciosa angustia
" m/ q' D, v; z  C7 d( s" mDanzan con sus pardres
6 l  M5 i* L- ^8 CDanzan con sus hijos
- z0 n6 Z1 b( I, JDanzan con sus esposos
Ellas danzan solas
Danzan solas

7 V9 l8 u+ @0 G- ~Hey Mr. Pinochet
3 v) ?+ ]" Z; P! KYou've sown a bitter crop
5 u- Z) }; o  C7 f. FIt's foreign money that supports you
0 N5 |+ o  i! G% {0 s' jOne day the money's going to stop
' }9 K& N: m/ c- s0 tNo wages for your torturers
. y+ Z! t2 H( g! C7 K1 cNo budget for your guns
3 ]$ p$ w3 o/ a+ A9 TCan you think of your own mother
4 v: g2 o0 H8 G, XDancin' with her invisible son
They're dancing with the missing
! b0 \: ~2 X, AThey're dancing with the dead
8 V0 q6 g1 B! C6 EThey dance with the invisible ones
" n; f% J6 R( `( LThey're anguish is unsaid
5 j9 m; c0 z+ d. g! Y+ MThey're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
; A0 Q  H" A$ u/ u: i* A$ x* ]$ EThey dance alone
( T) ]+ E0 z  P3 P+ g. AThey 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* Y" i8 ~% x4 G+ n2 Aseems what our vanity fair  merely care is money, what a simple life they are leading!!