Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

http://youtube.com/v/6DEh0eSpNvY
, |) J& H& J1 Q# E, q: [; }PINK LYRICS
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"Dear Mr. President"
(feat. Indigo Girls)

Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
4 [, m. b: Y7 F+ ?Let's pretend we're just two people and
% R- M7 d# ^' L3 j& u! y. ]You're not better than me.
* r  Q7 e% c8 p4 tI'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.
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4 b1 t2 d# F! q) Z& T; U  s0 g' EWhat do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
7 ]" G; T6 R4 IWho do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
0 V* b' M1 K+ JAre 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?
7 t1 W) T' {  e0 ~3 W. L7 n7 \: mCan you even look me in the eye
2 P. D3 X+ J+ AAnd tell me why?

- ^# u4 x! O5 ~+ L8 p4 X9 K# ADear Mr. President,
  k. m) n& N( L) H' DWere you a lonely boy?
) v* N) k$ _/ u  K- C  p! g, t: ]3 wAre you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
& {; N) n& s+ b/ A- WNo child is left behind?
: U2 j- s; [( q5 X- g& s' v. l* nWe're not dumb and we're not blind.
# R" Y$ J: L/ N! c* JThey're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.

' m3 G3 \! ~7 ^! h/ i! L1 Q" OWhat kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
# Q8 X6 Z: M3 K2 v, t( f; V2 gAnd what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
" O5 a7 A  `% `, U2 G& _I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
, z. z5 t. a9 E7 ^) a% T, oYou've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.
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How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
  r1 |7 c! L' S) W# H( R( yHow do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
6 T( w$ E2 G% x. L0 MHow do you walk with your head held high?
7 u: r+ y" E+ ^Can you even look me in the eye?

9 t9 X# P0 f6 z' O! o" BLet me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
4 Q/ ]8 j+ R$ r2 R) s. x- wLet me tell you 'bout hard work
4 C: {) i9 J4 t5 ^Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
  |4 D* k& i- i/ M, j! B9 |) E4 t4 OLet me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
) Q6 N$ g# x( cLet me tell you 'bout hard work
' t' K# b6 A8 U: RHard work
Hard work
' D" T  F$ E8 f4 C$ S0 xYou don't know nothing 'bout hard work
5 r' k, Q& n9 h& Y6 RHard work
Hard work
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How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
) O2 e% M( D" e, P& A) _3 LYou'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,
$支持$ $支持$ $支持$

fcyfcy1

impressive... i heard the song several times in last week... but never paid attention to the lyrics...
4 Z2 c5 n0 T, ^5 ^9 f( X( }In fact it's quite good$送花$

goldfish

They dance alone ---Sting

Why are there women here dancing on their own?
. l0 `8 r' b; W* _% VWhy is there this sadness in their eyes?
* `; j$ x$ F  J# }* V! e. t$ C: aWhy are the soldiers here
  O& Z, o  t6 B8 T9 H& eTheir faces fixed like stone?
I can't see what it is that they dispise
+ p8 d& f2 j1 \+ kThey're dancing with the missing
$ y" S) w( d- z' E" wThey're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
! x- Z- p. W5 Z9 w* ?+ U* \Their anguish is unsaid
; a$ U* `7 u- V7 S/ `& t0 ]9 VThey're dancing with their fathers
4 ~+ S2 k% x* Z! @; pThey're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone

/ [" d% O& S  }It's the only form of protest they're allowed
2 G! m! q% W1 AI've seen their silent faces scream so loud
! Y; y6 q. u) s) |; QIf 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
% X6 Y6 E& [8 PThey dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
( X4 m# I- ^/ }% M$ v4 F1 sThey're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
+ Y% X& W2 P: [- w( TThey dance alone They dance alone
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One day we'll dance on their graves
8 @; ^3 ]$ y( hOne 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
And we'll dance

7 k; _- s' k; {! e' \1 {8 V6 q6 ]Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
Ellas danzan con los muertos
- n$ e0 J/ v9 P' J; e, o6 ]9 N# [Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
Ellas danzan con silenciosa angustia
2 ^  {0 x- [' HDanzan con sus pardres
3 @0 h1 \' \& W; p: k' M- Y4 IDanzan con sus hijos
Danzan con sus esposos
Ellas danzan solas
: f& q  F- c7 fDanzan solas
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Hey Mr. Pinochet
You've sown a bitter crop
It's foreign money that supports you
One day the money's going to stop
' V8 J& n' K, `% `( k9 A9 bNo wages for your torturers
& c" c* f3 H. H* r0 F6 BNo budget for your guns
Can you think of your own mother
Dancin' with her invisible son
4 N% L3 N8 [9 t# _1 sThey're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
# c  N% k+ `* q  i4 WThey dance with the invisible ones
; i) o. x& U/ n6 L7 nThey're anguish is unsaid
, V  y- Y+ n2 L' cThey're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone
/ W( T( d. a. n( _4 [+ dThey 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!!