Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

http://youtube.com/v/6DEh0eSpNvY
# L  K$ W- Y/ T3 CPINK LYRICS

5 g. [# q( O1 m  S"Dear Mr. President"
1 b" r6 A1 f/ l, z( R+ F: N(feat. Indigo Girls)
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# v( W1 s8 ^( SDear Mr. President,
2 `' G/ j9 m: v+ OCome take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
6 h# g: y! `6 g( Q& s* nYou're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.
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# F* c; R3 U" ^8 {! {9 qWhat do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
& x6 \" S) l7 M( g/ h, WWhat do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?
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6 j2 u0 x/ [& ~  x# b* K0 BHow do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
+ X8 B  E4 p5 C& p8 W0 S6 V1 tHow do you walk with your head held high?
1 ~4 z* z4 n, |& ]/ k; fCan you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?

Dear Mr. President,
$ b+ G/ W5 F3 G+ cWere you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
+ K2 y" \$ e$ A4 oHow can you say
No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
9 f& ]4 D0 z% A" i+ b) sThey're all sitting in your cells
4 f, ^) }" ]7 ?" pWhile you pave the road to hell.

8 I$ R# F! ^' C! Y2 a5 rWhat 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?
' x( w: |6 |5 A  ~$ M/ J. J" H' [0 HI can only imagine what the first lady has to say
1 p) D/ c& O0 W4 v/ QYou've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

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?
; ?" w# m$ X/ a# \0 y( _; wCan you even look me in the eye?

6 w/ K5 C+ Q9 }Let me tell you 'bout hard work
1 ]; I- i& f2 u4 {$ MMinimum wage with a baby on the way
, \, L1 J! a6 _Let me tell you 'bout hard work
: g3 n/ }5 t7 v5 i6 F7 k* TRebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
- r3 P5 S6 R, [2 T6 e! tBuilding a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
2 U) ~0 b3 z9 xHard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
8 D. r& n  C8 ^; n+ ?' bOh

. J$ f7 x7 {& j$ |! hHow do you sleep at night?
4 a" b# Q( p5 \5 ]9 mHow do you walk with your head held high?
Dear 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!
' V" N* t! _5 v, a1 B$ iA 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...
In fact it's quite good$送花$

goldfish

They dance alone ---Sting
1 K) Z* [8 H6 U5 _7 R; d( x3 j
* Q8 ?. Y4 x- w! A9 YWhy are there women here dancing on their own?
% j+ m1 p( ?* H: g3 m8 ]2 ^Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
Why are the soldiers here
Their faces fixed like stone?
4 n( u- [& Q# D3 {% Y3 rI can't see what it is that they dispise
! n, b- m: x2 c' {2 ~" i( UThey're dancing with the missing
( s  O- [8 x" ]; w/ ~: wThey're dancing with the dead
/ k, I7 P+ K% OThey dance with the invisible ones
4 i% F/ K( T: E% V$ TTheir anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
8 C3 T, Y/ d- O( o& G/ i0 e) a' u7 dThey're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone
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It's the only form of protest they're allowed
3 v) D3 a( N0 p3 ~1 h1 k4 p) k7 cI've seen their silent faces scream so loud
2 U5 z' l2 r5 P. S( xIf they were to speak these words they'd go missing too
+ X, l# W  K2 _Another woman on a torture table what else can they do
They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
$ |4 ~  Z$ {4 \4 R: q( jThey dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
7 j$ n5 x9 P( ~% R% x2 ^& a9 KThey're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone
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: C6 r8 c. R' f" \* ~. JOne 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
( l' Y& G; _2 OOne day we'll dance on their graves
" @2 h- d: m: I" ?+ POne day we'll sing our freedom
1 ?( C3 ]/ w* v* G; kOne day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance

Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
9 u/ W: m6 S% _- ]$ DEllas danzan con los muertos
% m3 F* z" ]/ Z0 M; QEllas danzan con amores invisibles
' G5 W$ O5 x- X: h- E; mEllas danzan con silenciosa angustia
3 ]6 V6 @, c+ [Danzan con sus pardres
Danzan con sus hijos
( F) H- r& ~  ]: Q) uDanzan con sus esposos
/ B) ~2 K% i; \" U- Y$ XEllas danzan solas
Danzan solas
5 d( G' @! M" T! b5 `1 N
Hey Mr. Pinochet
! H* v! Q' X: T% A- O* Z- qYou've sown a bitter crop
It's foreign money that supports you
One day the money's going to stop
No 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
# G" j3 D. n" _" {; _They dance with the invisible ones
They're anguish is unsaid
6 z/ g$ g- P8 W+ K( M6 |* s. p: `They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They'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!!