Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

http://youtube.com/v/6DEh0eSpNvY
PINK LYRICS
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& ^2 R4 ~2 m6 v' z/ v5 k9 k! J/ q' ~"Dear Mr. President"
) s  P$ N+ K/ N5 \) Q8 F2 f8 c/ ~(feat. Indigo Girls)

2 G) V+ D4 L# G. l5 S4 kDear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
/ B- l- k7 s6 f6 P" _7 ILet's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me.
$ @  H. K* L4 C, x' i# u1 t2 xI'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?
0 ^) M/ j# k' O# H( VWho 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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2 _3 p2 x$ [7 ?5 I$ Y; L* s" iHow do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
- R1 d( T+ _# W- vHow do you walk with your head held high?
+ o4 _- x& {$ u  c) [Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?

0 \, T8 X& N6 Z% \1 i5 i# V8 z! lDear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
' B: s7 k$ T4 i2 V& s; BAre you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
8 x' c* X* h. L2 K( H- yHow can you say
No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
* l! n5 B/ p5 ?6 U# i- pThey're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.

9 e2 b+ Q$ ^5 g6 [+ C9 q* ]5 mWhat kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
' M* |7 C1 l$ B( Y7 qAnd what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.
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3 c6 L* ~9 }; |# HHow 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?
8 |. I6 Q1 ^8 ECan you even look me in the eye?

( l! a, z5 p" uLet me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
2 C8 i3 ~7 n8 X6 u# qLet me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
6 G" R. t* _' }: T) U: j6 R1 A' RLet me tell you 'bout hard work
; i4 {9 }( ~7 L; y4 gHard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
0 X; M! g9 g; i" [9 F0 PHard work
Hard work
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9 X' O+ o% U9 G1 @- K+ v5 SHow do you sleep at night?
1 g# E- D; W6 J! V: `6 s+ YHow do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
; d7 v" u  [0 _  K6 y3 qYou'd never take a walk with me.
! K' ?1 u5 O5 {6 t8 Y8 I3 Q6 W* `9 YWould 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,
$支持$ $支持$ $支持$

fcyfcy1

impressive... i heard the song several times in last week... but never paid attention to the lyrics...
, }- O0 Y9 w0 DIn 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?
& S4 g- i; e' XWhy are the soldiers here
  }4 f3 ]3 Z. z' s8 d# q, zTheir faces fixed like stone?
0 P6 r, B2 H5 y+ E1 Q% h/ q1 C/ gI can't see what it is that they dispise
, V+ c0 v+ S$ o5 i1 h  e' qThey're dancing with the missing
) `* l2 S2 T# S# U( V4 EThey're dancing with the dead
) @5 h6 N% q% W1 c5 k% i+ z. JThey 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
: h/ U/ c: j+ ]$ r# }If they were to speak these words they'd go missing too
. d7 H, A- b( ~6 P6 TAnother woman on a torture table what else can they do
; J5 S* e' @% y: M' AThey're dancing with the missing
' }2 t) Y4 {( U" a/ q$ @9 b- m0 `& ZThey're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
5 W4 L: V, B+ B1 a  s0 ?They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
, g" j  x8 f; s  \" f9 e: C4 }- vThey're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone

One day we'll dance on their graves
4 k# w5 K& E- `, V  E6 nOne day we'll sing our freedom
3 P5 c# G) b- COne day we'll laugh in our joy
6 I3 q$ ]7 I+ E" M( P- A" |$ f) TAnd we'll dance
& F# f* R: ^( ]' P$ }One day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
4 x3 h1 M: N" S& OAnd we'll dance

Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
Ellas danzan con los muertos
# M2 X: W4 d! FEllas danzan con amores invisibles
0 i, m) q; {4 i) IEllas danzan con silenciosa angustia
2 v" l* `0 X: d- K* Y* z& E3 hDanzan con sus pardres
Danzan con sus hijos
7 p' n; J1 W, e7 uDanzan con sus esposos
Ellas danzan solas
Danzan solas

Hey Mr. Pinochet
2 g  I' `2 a2 `$ _You've sown a bitter crop
It's foreign money that supports you
) e8 r' Y. F- L* ~# _- U; YOne day the money's going to stop
5 `; @2 U6 I' h& s# j- Y7 X* b! }No wages for your torturers
No budget for your guns
Can you think of your own mother
: |1 p& t5 e+ L$ T1 ~Dancin' with her invisible son
. {2 a# _# |8 a0 ZThey're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
& M% x- K5 I5 \& I/ SThey dance with the invisible ones
: k9 i* Y: D, F; o0 _They're anguish is unsaid
9 z, X( @) h. y( h. cThey're dancing with their fathers
/ i' s+ s6 R" c# \They're dancing with their sons
- O2 Q. V& o- e5 }$ lThey'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.
seems what our vanity fair  merely care is money, what a simple life they are leading!!