Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

http://youtube.com/v/6DEh0eSpNvY
  }. I& L: t+ D9 r: J% l' t6 S$ g5 h3 qPINK LYRICS
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/ v# _; ^2 |' z8 I3 _"Dear Mr. President"
# V) ~, Y4 c) d9 t, l(feat. Indigo Girls)

Dear Mr. President,
7 f0 R4 v9 [) }3 E7 C6 nCome take a walk with me.
# |& \! U9 D  d. _1 Q8 |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.
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What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
- W4 u$ L) `, `/ z9 tWho do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
5 C( ?/ {3 R1 g; M# `, WWhat 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?
How 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
  v5 G+ t4 F. v/ g2 p, T0 yAnd tell me why?

1 X" n1 e( q* |: |Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
! J9 ~+ X5 e' K, p" {Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
2 r0 l$ z' F% N1 BThey're all sitting in your cells
3 [- I8 ]& z% ]/ I  AWhile you pave the road to hell.

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
! R2 P5 C+ H7 d" C. N* |! a- X  BAnd what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
' w3 i/ ?/ S+ @( k( h# UI can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

$ T$ y5 h% A) a* ]. D0 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?
Can you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you 'bout hard work
+ A( y  n& L8 a3 q( w: tMinimum wage with a baby on the way
# |) T( N/ [$ xLet me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
) H" b+ w' C: j( [. L! x1 S+ m& ILet me tell you 'bout hard work
) X( C; l5 X/ b) }; w' dBuilding a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
; B& d4 y$ b% w4 m) aHard work
5 k' R7 o  b8 [! j& S% oHard work
4 m! }0 a) Z( i! F: [  z; L9 ~; u: TYou don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh
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How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
* Y5 C& y9 t$ [! f2 x; ZWould 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...
In fact it's quite good$送花$

goldfish

They dance alone ---Sting
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2 w  q$ y3 q/ A) {Why are there women here dancing on their own?
Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
2 S8 G# Z- f( K  E: k! {$ xWhy are the soldiers here
Their faces fixed like stone?
I can't see what it is that they dispise
They're dancing with the missing
: T  [, ^5 K5 w. MThey're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
* f# V- j4 V. V) @They're dancing with their fathers
- s! U, e  ^  w, K; N/ Q9 ~  W5 hThey're dancing with their sons
& C6 h! T) X  s) s2 B6 ^They're dancing with their husbands
7 ^7 C, A# X( m6 f) |! V6 r; {1 i% g9 m; dThey dance alone They dance alone
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$ _5 G0 l0 a: IIt's the only form of protest they're allowed
& V7 U( _2 I7 p0 I1 Q* mI've seen their silent faces scream so loud
If they were to speak these words they'd go missing too
: r+ F4 g; c8 B4 AAnother woman on a torture table what else can they do
) Q  [# c% `* n* UThey're dancing with the missing
- d9 M  Z7 Y% r' {) O# R+ |They're dancing with the dead
7 J! N  o, `  b" @. \They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
+ Y6 b2 S" K) o4 k/ n. o6 d; D* AThey're dancing with their fathers
6 p( r: ]" W. ^$ jThey're dancing with their sons
; I) s% D& j4 b6 w. \8 DThey're dancing with their husbands
$ |4 {& V3 j" U8 j. PThey dance alone They dance alone

7 l, o' \. q. B0 K% HOne day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
2 z; J" F. b" a7 R2 V: a; M/ WOne day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance
" P& m) l) w, |/ G* j7 hOne 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
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Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
  O( B! S' _7 H* a# hEllas danzan con los muertos
3 O! x* B$ [* U9 t( k8 `Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
. R& I, l. p( Q$ a0 uEllas danzan con silenciosa angustia
( f" f3 F, e% u5 RDanzan con sus pardres
; o- W- c5 ?! H/ y# l6 v8 W$ wDanzan con sus hijos
Danzan con sus esposos
Ellas danzan solas
Danzan solas

  l# e  w  R8 U+ n, B3 X4 yHey Mr. Pinochet
You've sown a bitter crop
2 w! E) w# V: @% D5 nIt's foreign money that supports you
One day the money's going to stop
4 s/ i% O' e6 u! q6 B9 bNo wages for your torturers
+ J1 Q+ |1 o7 N3 w2 x! X8 k; I' VNo budget for your guns
Can you think of your own mother
Dancin' with her invisible son
, j! ?0 T' a, ]( ^They're dancing with the missing
" b6 J! H' j7 @/ L# z4 ?They're dancing with the dead
  A5 n( }, w: a. u+ _  E& BThey dance with the invisible ones
They're anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
4 ?& S6 a" _+ F5 E4 J2 `They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone
+ k7 ]! ?4 A8 z. l# x4 TThey 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!!