Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

http://youtube.com/v/6DEh0eSpNvY
PINK LYRICS
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"Dear Mr. President"
(feat. Indigo Girls)

Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
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.

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
+ `, f, u0 H; G# Y9 t$ S, i2 ]What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
/ |9 l& c+ L$ B8 x: b) g- `8 bAre you proud?

% Y: w* B  y- S1 wHow 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?
6 i" }" S, D( c/ l5 i, D7 R" @Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?

Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
* r" H: m* Z( c6 J. {Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
- U7 D& o# J9 p7 A# eWe're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.
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0 w8 E2 J" d& q9 v! M# _+ \+ }+ j  q5 OWhat kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
: D5 b, i( @1 H; t' LAnd 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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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?
# j# i* o7 F; uCan you even look me in the eye?
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Let me tell you 'bout hard work
0 m0 v* y6 z' {1 ^) B# oMinimum wage with a baby on the way
  C8 `1 I- U2 M% ALet 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
/ K' j7 {. V* V9 s! KHard work
5 v, q, m4 r0 m1 W. C# qHard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

' Y. u" L' p) Y# d) t* O6 yHow do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
# K; @8 U8 R# Z7 uYou'd never take a walk with me.
! _" a- z* c$ W9 X+ jWould 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!
3 j0 A& Q2 H" R9 N2 wA 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...
$ e, n- h" G$ w( k+ V% P+ X8 F% j  [In fact it's quite good$送花$

goldfish

They dance alone ---Sting

Why are there women here dancing on their own?
. K7 ~# p7 V8 _' N7 PWhy is there this sadness in their eyes?
0 ^% E% @+ B! G1 EWhy are the soldiers here
0 F/ V0 B. ^- u6 QTheir faces fixed like stone?
I can't see what it is that they dispise
They're dancing with the missing
' o% D: x- S) E; o3 N( x; x7 PThey're dancing with the dead
$ y9 E" I8 D% i( ]5 X- J* X9 [They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
  l1 s% p) }  c% W/ sThey're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They'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
I've seen their silent faces scream so loud
! y0 v: Y/ D- Y5 z& o1 \7 r+ aIf they were to speak these words they'd go missing too
  B4 n3 Q$ Q" b# ?& O( U# B7 CAnother woman on a torture table what else can they do
: }  P; i4 a! k9 [8 YThey're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
* G& z2 }2 d# h5 _9 @7 mThey dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
% g& K- C9 C8 y4 ~8 k2 R, TThey're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
- `& T% Q# o) B' n1 }) dThey dance alone They dance alone

& T7 M: j3 ^% @. aOne day we'll dance on their graves
* X; K# T$ V2 w+ COne day we'll sing our freedom
/ Y. i( i& l* W$ j3 |One 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
& b7 ?* j! X4 F  D& wOne day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance
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+ o) b2 Q6 s, m9 ~% R) b: Q1 a7 G( rEllas danzan con los desaparecidos
- b3 {' h( \2 W  Y4 W7 p8 M2 c  zEllas danzan con los muertos
. ^2 F0 F( r4 _$ a. @6 c% YEllas danzan con amores invisibles
( d8 i* k; p- q  o/ k% ZEllas danzan con silenciosa angustia
Danzan con sus pardres
Danzan con sus hijos
Danzan con sus esposos
Ellas danzan solas
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( T+ l# g/ ~7 rHey Mr. Pinochet
You've sown a bitter crop
/ g4 J4 j) w. M3 ZIt's foreign money that supports you
One day the money's going to stop
No wages for your torturers
No budget for your guns
- Z4 u2 g: W6 {, E* }Can you think of your own mother
; N1 }& E: j/ j7 a* @' V$ x/ KDancin' with her invisible son
+ I5 v7 T# T! d; _They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
- S0 s# t& z! k; }0 a! r  NThey dance with the invisible ones
7 H) b2 q; x( N3 _/ ~They're anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
% `- D/ f# K* T7 I" WThey're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone
5 U5 r- n! G4 O8 hThey 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!!