Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

http://youtube.com/v/6DEh0eSpNvY
PINK LYRICS
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"Dear Mr. President"
6 P1 A0 U; r! D(feat. Indigo Girls)

+ G* e. h3 ^( O! aDear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
( ~: q  m: @/ h& X8 V8 J2 |Let's pretend we're just two people and
& `) {& S, ]+ k  W0 U2 O& E) yYou'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?
# L! z  {" _- YWho do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
! K* |7 [  _: `' O5 N6 m4 ~1 xWhat do you feel when you look in the mirror?
4 e6 e2 m9 b! g2 q  g3 CAre you proud?
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How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
0 b- }1 s" G# J3 p2 KHow 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
And tell me why?
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) |' m4 N& v- |$ G! n# O8 fDear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
4 n4 W- ?. S5 P) p9 b. A8 jAre you a lonely boy?
. a# \# F$ W3 [4 KHow can you say
No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
2 r& t9 i  }) M0 OThey're all sitting in your cells
0 e. j4 B. {$ d* yWhile you pave the road to hell.
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What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
& ?8 x, z) m6 u! m2 o) t% UAnd what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
2 P, p6 n, s* ~( l/ @8 P$ R: rI can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.
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2 ]5 w+ F; E+ i! A, uHow do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
/ j& ?5 u3 E7 y# iHow do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
! ^9 K8 n6 V' Z5 o/ UCan you even look me in the eye?
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8 |+ L! Q/ `6 }% x2 d7 O3 g: ZLet me tell you 'bout hard work
1 O6 a& c* x- v% Z+ ^Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
. ~5 u$ u1 f9 i3 T7 B8 H! ?, G' qLet me tell you 'bout hard work
0 A7 Y8 z2 v" _( O5 l/ {Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
  P6 d6 A& o/ ~( Z; j( g$ [5 @Hard work
% V. b. R: b, ^( PHard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
( l7 D1 B2 ~5 }( b0 F6 DHard work
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How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
: v6 V: A' c- W4 s5 Y+ ?3 G2 GDear Mr. President,
( _/ h2 C' d+ I0 ZYou'd never take a walk with me.
: G) D  D! E" X! F$ |( V* QWould 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!
& p% C; j8 d& ~7 w! @A thoughtful song~~~

goldfish

nothing is absolutely right or wrong,especially on politics.

bobic_wang

it is really a moving song,
. @/ O5 i5 b4 j1 `  B2 s9 j' Q4 ~$支持$ $支持$ $支持$

fcyfcy1

impressive... i heard the song several times in last week... but never paid attention to the lyrics...
" f1 o1 I- N( I) y. O5 SIn fact it's quite good$送花$

goldfish

They dance alone ---Sting
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" I+ q/ j: z9 Z! kWhy are there women here dancing on their own?
Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
Why are the soldiers here
, R# V2 k# i0 m" ETheir faces fixed like stone?
7 V3 g& O: e- d' ?I can't see what it is that they dispise
They're dancing with the missing
, k6 C  R3 V1 X4 x  R- o% EThey're dancing with the dead
' D. o$ N2 k5 `) w5 v8 tThey dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
; p6 N& E4 ~; n" t/ N" ~They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
1 d. e, j' v2 y  o' {They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone

4 F" q: P2 e' j0 U# i* GIt's the only form of protest they're allowed
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
1 @! y! X2 H: [0 T# z5 I* a  QThey're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
) j0 T: K* U% Y& |# M: zThey dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
; v$ _" k0 L. i# ~$ jThey're dancing with their sons
9 }, G" w4 F0 t; Y. K& h- F" FThey're dancing with their husbands
, A( u4 i% q7 V* U& PThey 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
" K. X4 q$ }/ }- ~And we'll dance
/ w$ D& m+ o' eOne day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
: P' @0 Y* G, UAnd we'll dance

Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
Ellas danzan con los muertos
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
Ellas danzan con silenciosa angustia
Danzan con sus pardres
Danzan con sus hijos
% {5 d- [7 a  K% \8 XDanzan con sus esposos
Ellas danzan solas
2 A+ x! x$ Q# k# d) pDanzan solas

" j5 Y; d6 {6 j" X% @  R7 ?- l- JHey Mr. Pinochet
6 X1 L" E0 d0 y: a" t6 K' PYou've sown a bitter crop
It's foreign money that supports you
2 B* R# o  [" {* w, M) k; ~One day the money's going to stop
No wages for your torturers
No budget for your guns
$ a+ S( l+ o, ]1 g7 a: BCan you think of your own mother
Dancin' with her invisible son
They're dancing with the missing
  Z) b, D% y, v( p$ l1 e9 mThey're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
7 J- w2 y4 g& p! t6 ^They're anguish is unsaid
8 r1 k5 S, ]3 ^. M$ }, P5 mThey're dancing with their fathers
5 X; C- t9 h: M& e9 b+ Q* SThey're dancing with their sons
3 s$ k9 B4 d% P: l2 e# uThey're dancing with their husbands
8 D' j& E& f0 N& q; }They dance alone
( B9 h: b# x0 GThey 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.
8 l/ O! S4 e7 K+ s- tseems what our vanity fair  merely care is money, what a simple life they are leading!!