Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

http://youtube.com/v/6DEh0eSpNvY
6 ~% o0 S' W7 k8 P% |9 e) b1 HPINK LYRICS
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"Dear Mr. President"
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Dear Mr. President,
; _2 _: }7 l1 B( f, u7 y$ B7 r4 DCome take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me.
3 T& L( S! W. }2 YI'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.
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) C0 _5 p* W" |4 A  ZWhat do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
" r3 f* Z! v. T, |What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?

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
9 r+ O, B; [( R/ X. |8 |7 L) d* OAnd tell me why?
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Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
6 `* t$ @* B: Y( y0 `+ d( F& lAre you a lonely boy?
# c0 v3 s4 S  ~" H2 IHow can you say
No child is left behind?
5 c9 D4 ?  A3 f; i6 TWe're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
! T/ B: \6 q; O2 {While you pave the road to hell.

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
5 W. X. t* Y/ N" s7 |' ~3 TAnd what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
4 r: x# D; n7 y( r5 K2 t6 hI can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You'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?
; I% W" ]" T- p5 ]/ @How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you 'bout hard work
4 b& _  z3 Z$ M4 i9 BMinimum wage with a baby on the way
: I( W: @5 M! u( z6 z% m& vLet me tell you 'bout hard work
8 }; r# q$ r. B( K+ z' c; V4 ORebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
7 y8 d: U+ T: }: r2 h; ]Let me tell you 'bout hard work
$ N- Z( I9 s/ S# d7 L; B; X2 vBuilding a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
/ z$ [& E' p: E9 l% @+ A, o/ ~You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh
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+ J4 n& E" ?, v* ]) _How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
& o' r. J3 W; h  O5 Q) Y/ ^You'd never take a walk with me.
: `+ ^; Y3 r, \* j& e  n) D* _Would you?
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& K" s3 U. R9 e! e' h' r8 ]  }[ 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...
- j; ^: i/ S6 M, i, DIn fact it's quite good$送花$

goldfish

They dance alone ---Sting

Why are there women here dancing on their own?
3 c, ^: r7 F2 wWhy is there this sadness in their eyes?
) S' e# Q6 X& q: s. [. F. `) R0 }8 y% HWhy are the soldiers here
) M+ \0 r' q4 E0 `7 e2 j8 yTheir faces fixed like stone?
- h! W3 e5 l' }5 A1 Y4 |9 EI can't see what it is that they dispise
They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
0 A+ x5 E) d0 q6 |+ K" d8 rThey dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
9 y$ I: g" |+ n" X9 \They're dancing with their fathers
9 P2 T3 q" G1 m0 B4 XThey're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone

9 Q! z0 Q5 L, {$ [5 x( Q' XIt's the only form of protest they're allowed
8 e; G7 D6 J# `! Z* W8 [" y& HI've seen their silent faces scream so loud
. t6 k% l5 \  m& wIf 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
They're dancing with the dead
2 k7 ]( `/ m" ]: h$ eThey dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
* M: }1 R' w' u  ZThey're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
! C  r' i4 ]1 z/ u& B2 U' qThey're dancing with their husbands
- S: R0 B$ ~: q) [( J5 C8 A7 h, \, NThey dance alone They dance alone

; m9 R0 X: v$ O6 T6 w" ^One day we'll dance on their graves
: Z* d9 f  L1 c) A9 NOne day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance
" }/ \- z3 ~5 ~2 F8 g6 Z' A5 HOne day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
8 `! G7 w0 G3 `4 fOne day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance

Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
Ellas danzan con los muertos
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
3 c( {( a% x* g0 S7 JEllas danzan con silenciosa angustia
- @. z' O: {$ S1 m1 i' ZDanzan con sus pardres
Danzan con sus hijos
Danzan con sus esposos
Ellas danzan solas
Danzan solas

3 J0 w9 J6 A9 a) ^; K& b) V5 a  tHey Mr. Pinochet
1 h% S0 Z' K, t+ Q8 G+ s! CYou've sown a bitter crop
1 U3 _% W5 b% A% P" ]. W& @' D) VIt's foreign money that supports you
One day the money's going to stop
No wages for your torturers
No budget for your guns
& V2 F4 G& r4 R, PCan you think of your own mother
Dancin' with her invisible son
6 t3 z* F5 |  `. u, u# `  yThey're dancing with the missing
- {# W3 {3 c, U: M) YThey're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
7 w& P5 h8 s' C( d9 S% g7 LThey're anguish is unsaid
  O) q1 U( a6 J2 NThey're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
. Z- d  D1 _3 p! k# x0 {: M5 Y, m; G0 GThey're dancing with their husbands
' w( B! s/ k  z3 U0 H9 ?1 `) XThey dance alone
: O: O; L) t3 \' l: ?! ~8 [& PThey 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.
+ ^$ R" H2 ?5 X/ ], O; [seems what our vanity fair  merely care is money, what a simple life they are leading!!