Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

http://youtube.com/v/6DEh0eSpNvY
( W. v/ J+ G- B# H' FPINK LYRICS

"Dear Mr. President"
(feat. Indigo Girls)

. Z. [! k* J; ]. oDear Mr. President,
$ E, C: S2 F3 \Come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me.
- u& \+ U  w" CI'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.
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3 T3 |& }- |& F& b5 V' N5 `! tWhat do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
; i5 q7 R9 `1 DWho do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
/ w' Y' \3 I: h8 U& ^What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?
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  E( @% w: B! N1 }0 w+ b# O8 o+ HHow do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
4 Q& s0 ^% F8 `8 b( ]" n* xHow do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
! b; L1 @; e, lHow do you walk with your head held high?
' C, B7 ^- ^  P: a& CCan you even look me in the eye
& @+ F: \& ~$ p# n. |# e; k* BAnd tell me why?
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Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
4 a) _0 `9 j7 H& ^, o  ?% y# @/ X& O4 V9 GAre you a lonely boy?
How can you say
. D  i9 z: c# s+ m% u) [No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
+ o9 K  u( r  e& d. E1 RThey're all sitting in your cells
' n4 b; U  U0 f" v# F1 v, XWhile you pave the road to hell.

What 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?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
5 A" e# q, \# ]( t, n$ N1 dYou'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?
Can you even look me in the eye?
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Let me tell you 'bout hard work
9 V+ y* V) W- O- S" dMinimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding 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
0 Q' P8 a  u6 A3 O" X- ]( YHard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
# k- N8 v% P0 u; o* AHard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night?
4 w: p- `3 J2 R6 }5 v% L& b3 C5 i* RHow do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
* X% y: O( J3 k- M# e) _0 VYou'd never take a walk with me.
$ e5 i- x5 s3 P# N( ~Would you?
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% w- K/ c# |0 _( b: s3 F, M[ 本帖最后由 celinedeng 于 2007-7-7 21:03 编辑 ]

alicia_83

The singer is so cool!
0 Z& W; R) d' n/ X( |  H: hA 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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Why are there women here dancing on their own?
Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
Why 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
They're dancing with the dead
: i8 {8 i' W! ~4 wThey dance with the invisible ones
+ t% z. x- X* N$ @1 ?# iTheir anguish is unsaid
. H+ B+ V: G/ M4 ~& A4 mThey're dancing with their fathers
: C0 ?0 m% Z# z8 M# S9 M4 t$ yThey're dancing with their sons
- K7 k1 `3 S8 z. |0 U% |5 rThey're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone

$ z7 I& _% {# o/ W: r5 c+ x2 RIt'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
# z0 S- I7 p5 u- |- w5 |4 \Another woman on a torture table what else can they do
They're dancing with the missing
4 t4 G& n) Q9 z) SThey're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
0 K8 a5 T3 ~" \+ w4 @! t" FTheir anguish is unsaid
, t0 g9 i9 N+ D2 PThey're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
& p3 P  D  [' }( P  nThey're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone

One day we'll dance on their graves
( }& e& H( Q4 V5 M6 z8 ]# BOne day we'll sing our freedom
+ }! S& y& }8 z  u  Q. }$ w& g0 nOne day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance
One 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

Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
6 z8 T6 J( W2 Z2 B( F4 EEllas danzan con los muertos
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
8 [. n3 S6 U2 w. yEllas danzan con silenciosa angustia
Danzan con sus pardres
) q9 o9 y) }" |9 R; F( C) j) W2 P3 xDanzan con sus hijos
) O; ~4 C8 r2 k! q1 D9 X! sDanzan con sus esposos
8 A" X; f' d3 O3 Q$ v) F+ |, ?4 I+ zEllas danzan solas
Danzan solas

2 C) @1 }6 c% J8 m# Q! S% z: bHey Mr. Pinochet
You've sown a bitter crop
! C! q4 B/ Q6 v: RIt's foreign money that supports you
One day the money's going to stop
1 l+ ^0 G8 _. {9 D* j: \No wages for your torturers
No budget for your guns
Can you think of your own mother
7 c2 q2 g0 P2 ~5 w2 b( r& u8 kDancin' with her invisible son
They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
1 [. p: I! K6 tThey dance with the invisible ones
* M; ~3 i& L; x$ G+ L) A% ~They're anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
. G7 b3 u; s: XThey'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.
. z; E4 `& Z) S- T. `. Dseems what our vanity fair  merely care is money, what a simple life they are leading!!