Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

http://youtube.com/v/6DEh0eSpNvY
$ A9 H& ?$ U+ R3 q, r' LPINK LYRICS
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"Dear Mr. President"
2 h$ B0 `# O3 ?(feat. Indigo Girls)

Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
3 i- Y1 z+ h5 V8 g- BYou're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

- S8 @$ H* {, q6 K( }; S4 OWhat do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
" t7 b& L) R0 ^- ?Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What 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?
# W* M* ^% c; p3 w0 HHow 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
8 V0 @6 t$ A8 C9 GAnd tell me why?

Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
+ u# g  ~* Q' k0 U, A2 oAre you a lonely boy?
How can you say
1 V' u' p7 y$ f2 V  Z# f& SNo child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
3 C  f8 Z# S' c# K' ]. P: X* B& eThey're all sitting in your cells
/ ]- n/ J0 {# X+ ^0 mWhile you pave the road to hell.

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?
" {1 L0 a3 h! bI can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.
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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?
' H% f  Z0 D* I# U8 s9 ]( }How do you walk with your head held high?
! n- ]* L( c) P1 xCan you even look me in the eye?
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Let me tell you 'bout hard work
. H% Q, w) w1 r# V1 c5 i8 rMinimum wage with a baby on the way
7 ~& \6 h; ^3 Q( H$ H( ]Let me tell you 'bout hard work
1 a7 r. W$ `& `; P5 P# NRebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
: G8 U. h/ t; v. DLet me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
' u  P9 F/ K" H; X% i3 qHard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
3 U+ T  y/ l+ O- \1 {, zHard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
' i) o7 R  P& H) ]. iDear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
Would 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 ~7 v+ h- `# P6 c0 h9 i$支持$ $支持$ $支持$

fcyfcy1

impressive... i heard the song several times in last week... but never paid attention to the lyrics...
' G: i- O, I( z. zIn fact it's quite good$送花$

goldfish

They dance alone ---Sting
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% \3 H: Y0 B5 }; A/ i$ h3 r0 cWhy are there women here dancing on their own?
% b# ?+ T3 C/ `& p7 t) [Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
Why are the soldiers here
# Z# O* @: B$ g, I8 i/ ETheir 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
7 R  c3 o' N( m# k5 L! g* z; [; {7 {Their anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
7 D8 `; m( J6 F+ o3 [They dance alone They dance alone
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It's the only form of protest they're allowed
I've seen their silent faces scream so loud
: J; P3 h6 h& E9 r+ ]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
6 }  k2 G) ^2 F# e0 xThey're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
+ h& ]* ~: _# j# ?. i% wTheir anguish is unsaid
# ?- w( ?$ P' ]3 eThey're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
4 S' R+ [1 U; V9 J+ I% WThey're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone
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One day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
  l, G- V* I1 B( C: B4 TAnd we'll dance
/ ], w/ B( ~, E, T0 p' AOne day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
$ K$ K  W0 \7 Z& ]) HOne day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance
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/ a7 O/ e- b% `1 \3 }Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
+ l' a  _) E* z4 L2 fEllas danzan con los muertos
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
* e) q5 H  R1 K9 j7 g+ {Ellas danzan con silenciosa angustia
Danzan con sus pardres
Danzan con sus hijos
7 Q; w$ L2 |/ @7 j+ h$ _. WDanzan con sus esposos
( ~4 o7 `% P; `$ y* rEllas danzan solas
8 u- B# y" t2 n. f8 E9 jDanzan solas

Hey Mr. Pinochet
1 H2 J0 [2 D* |You've sown a bitter crop
( c0 M+ z7 m6 e5 m! _+ n$ R# DIt's foreign money that supports you
6 H% |, k9 u5 w7 s, SOne day the money's going to stop
) P# W+ D) c6 D/ I) dNo wages for your torturers
No budget for your guns
Can you think of your own mother
Dancin' with her invisible son
They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
" Y" c! Y4 ~4 J+ P2 `They dance with the invisible ones
They're anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
& w- R) A# W8 \1 q5 U/ PThey're dancing with their sons
+ d& d" P0 u: `9 p3 zThey'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: x6 H7 A% C& ^* tseems what our vanity fair  merely care is money, what a simple life they are leading!!