Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

http://youtube.com/v/6DEh0eSpNvY
9 K2 M; B! @# m6 U: w5 hPINK LYRICS
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"Dear Mr. President"
(feat. Indigo Girls)
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Dear Mr. President,
Come 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.

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?
' L$ l4 N' L7 L- [4 x' GWhat do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?
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) A* M( p8 S" `! L4 W9 U- MHow do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
' R1 F- s. b" D" V& K: l; R$ HHow do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?
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Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
7 e6 r! H; j+ u4 y* f7 f, ?Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
4 W4 J! T6 O7 B! \- {! rNo child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
% y9 P, B8 C9 [While you pave the road to hell.

- G0 {6 G, K7 T: q9 ~What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
; F! C4 w3 [1 m8 H0 p' dAnd what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
4 ]- ^% P3 j/ ^3 RYou've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.
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$ ~& }& n5 F" J! Z' d( IHow do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
6 K# \1 y* R( F! h% LHow do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
0 G0 E+ v  f8 z) S7 _  G8 FCan you even look me in the eye?

7 W* R- B* o8 eLet me tell you 'bout hard work
3 Z+ _; E$ B/ uMinimum wage with a baby on the way
$ j6 Y: X$ `( b8 O1 lLet me tell you 'bout hard work
" @" ]# s: z2 h2 V6 `Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
5 a2 }4 N! W, m% e7 KLet me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
4 R+ U# B# l# s& s1 e8 g* M' `Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
2 s8 I0 k, {5 a  {2 h8 ]Hard work
Hard work
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# n( ?* r7 s* q% r) s2 |How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
3 f: W$ g/ X% \4 i2 sDear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
Would 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,
* Z7 L4 M4 D  c. B% D, G& o$支持$ $支持$ $支持$

fcyfcy1

impressive... i heard the song several times in last week... but never paid attention to the lyrics...
- y$ {: M+ X( O- w+ e. T& O: PIn 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?
* i7 [$ u, H/ WWhy is there this sadness in their eyes?
6 @7 K' U  i0 Z8 I/ {Why are the soldiers here
/ C; j: g8 Y& f4 r; bTheir faces fixed like stone?
& a/ ?/ h% p5 wI can't see what it is that they dispise
They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
+ Q  D' T. G! C- b* AThey dance with the invisible ones
  P" n! n: V4 p( dTheir anguish is unsaid
/ \* T: [. T2 P) NThey're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
0 N; _0 C, ?9 U) t, L7 a/ h3 aThey dance alone They dance alone

) b( z: l6 y6 aIt's the only form of protest they're allowed
1 X. Q: s2 n2 ^9 |. t3 Y7 z9 ~I've seen their silent faces scream so loud
If they were to speak these words they'd go missing too
Another woman on a torture table what else can they do
9 H' @8 k& f9 F/ zThey're dancing with the missing
! E6 d8 A: x/ b: V" o5 JThey're dancing with the dead
6 t+ i! |3 n6 d9 N! VThey dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
& ~$ i6 z( O( W% W9 HThey're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone

One day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
5 a  G; d& b$ t/ ?6 t6 NAnd 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

+ v+ R  _8 a$ X- n+ u6 {. ?Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
6 J4 F& \' z% @8 n! n) vEllas danzan con los muertos
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
Ellas danzan con silenciosa angustia
$ H9 o* e1 @' o& s1 ?- zDanzan con sus pardres
Danzan con sus hijos
8 s4 T* }3 N- H3 a) [6 i+ Z$ aDanzan con sus esposos
; O6 M! v5 b9 @! s* x$ k1 xEllas danzan solas
Danzan solas
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Hey Mr. Pinochet
You've sown a bitter crop
It's foreign money that supports you
; Y; |, X' R6 k/ cOne day the money's going to stop
  b+ B' n* A. Y+ n4 U$ cNo wages for your torturers
No budget for your guns
Can you think of your own mother
Dancin' with her invisible son
; \8 O+ L2 D: a6 A1 `  V( kThey're dancing with the missing
; k" F% B, ~( fThey're dancing with the dead
/ p( c; f3 O/ G9 b  B; oThey dance with the invisible ones
They're anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
3 B( A7 h3 y$ B$ xThey 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.
- C* j9 ~  m& z; u1 {seems what our vanity fair  merely care is money, what a simple life they are leading!!