Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

http://youtube.com/v/6DEh0eSpNvY
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"Dear Mr. President"
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Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
9 E) t! v- r2 Q5 `9 g$ ]% {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.

4 M6 V: d6 l- F/ l! q# `" wWhat do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
. ?7 t* z) g3 c; l5 p# lWhat do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?

2 D$ I- g' Z: y' E; {# q! FHow do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
" D# b( I' X! W* {) T; _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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Dear Mr. President,
4 R# D2 c# f: U6 ^' D" @; LWere you a lonely boy?
+ J; f  |" ]+ F5 c  ~  e+ eAre you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
# I! ]% a2 K* z6 Q1 P0 I; MHow can you say
No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
% i# R5 M4 U( X2 [2 ^, wThey're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.
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; ]. J5 @. f: I) cWhat kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
* {& P6 v) u# c+ q' jAnd 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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& ]9 _: X2 {6 K  m( J$ z9 ]How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
) R5 s) \" D  `) E6 v0 h7 hHow do you walk with your head held high?
5 |8 G. w" d- x, kCan you even look me in the eye?
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0 s# _0 F9 N4 B$ c+ H2 K0 U; uLet me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
- ]8 M  I, D& _$ YRebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh
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# |0 |  B  q' s6 v$ q9 }How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
" h9 n- b6 w. W; H" f/ MDear 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!
$ H1 A' l( Z2 F- GA 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...
  l' y/ [. u. z3 k& T' ?In fact it's quite good$送花$

goldfish

They dance alone ---Sting

Why are there women here dancing on their own?
Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
Why are the soldiers here
# y* ^7 f0 P+ A& Q6 |8 Y5 gTheir faces fixed like stone?
I can't see what it is that they dispise
/ {) J% u4 i  N9 F+ _/ \. v# }They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
3 M) `8 z% t7 u; VThey'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
5 B: n9 o5 R- K  q- p1 PI'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
They're dancing with the missing
  i/ N  h4 L4 {* x- uThey're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
: o) |# l+ ?/ o! t# CThey're dancing with their sons
+ t. v6 ~; E4 Z6 i% H$ EThey're dancing with their husbands
% d5 _; O  \/ P' P8 N" B# rThey dance alone They dance alone

" F  a/ ]/ E5 {( F3 T: pOne day we'll dance on their graves
  T& z/ U2 P. X9 S1 dOne day we'll sing our freedom
6 F, d/ x! [4 F- {; U/ R3 cOne day we'll laugh in our joy
. {% z$ j. s  ?, d: G0 UAnd we'll dance
+ s  |6 p9 g1 b# aOne day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
' E$ r, i( x0 F! w( xOne day we'll laugh in our joy
; f# C6 Z; Q, V, I; D8 y! xAnd we'll dance
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Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
Ellas danzan con los muertos
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
Ellas danzan con silenciosa angustia
. H! D8 ~9 C, F5 v0 \Danzan con sus pardres
Danzan con sus hijos
Danzan con sus esposos
Ellas danzan solas
8 N4 ^9 t1 |, EDanzan solas

Hey Mr. Pinochet
9 u! q% c2 M, B  q% U9 _. }You've sown a bitter crop
/ |" }9 W: Y# O2 Q9 FIt's foreign money that supports you
1 j5 l7 M6 E2 Y9 r9 w/ o  wOne day the money's going to stop
% Q" s: d) j# l- wNo wages for your torturers
5 q% Q  T4 j/ z, d/ INo budget for your guns
2 y; F1 h6 z$ J0 NCan you think of your own mother
Dancin' with her invisible son
( \$ _; s  S1 Y5 \They're dancing with the missing
6 n$ Q( ^1 e, {: e! hThey're dancing with the dead
5 Q0 v; V$ X9 y, ^8 HThey dance with the invisible ones
  y6 x' Y* K7 p1 d5 y8 q. O& |+ uThey're anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
/ h: q; d0 l2 m/ vThey'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.
3 v1 p  }8 y' Q, L, y4 X! Tseems what our vanity fair  merely care is money, what a simple life they are leading!!