Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

http://youtube.com/v/6DEh0eSpNvY
: J- o8 I- E+ ~5 j( h* NPINK LYRICS
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"Dear Mr. President"
  s6 z! i, D0 r: D7 @# a(feat. Indigo Girls)

& M* O8 a6 |3 C& x9 o9 HDear 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.

5 \9 d+ m6 h, b0 ^4 e1 s$ nWhat do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
" ]: g: i& Z% w. VWho do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
1 o* ^8 ?& {' P; H0 o/ a- QWhat do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?
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8 \1 k$ k7 ?& l  ?How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
9 ?6 t( o( A  f4 MHow 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
5 L# x; J! Q! l* N, yAnd tell me why?
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  A8 F! w: j6 z. f' c& NDear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
+ ]: c1 ?/ W/ SAre you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
5 E5 ?  Q' }) q, g. m$ J  ?We're not dumb and we're not blind.
2 m9 K2 N: T4 {2 L) l! k3 x( uThey're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
" l# _  c+ m# b" V# s" S5 X( x4 oAnd what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
' R1 O# Q$ C9 i0 hI can only imagine what the first lady has to say
+ i" {( B/ ?3 nYou've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

6 p2 R) G0 f8 }$ [1 p. ~( A# J4 _How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
' p  F0 z$ p. x1 T. `/ lHow do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
" R% ~+ ]" f1 v7 Z* sCan you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
2 ]5 U& L1 g9 w0 ?9 d) `Let me tell you 'bout hard work
' J  L* o3 X: }; c- ]2 o- M2 iRebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
; f! P3 }5 r# ^1 QBuilding a bed out of a cardboard box
' f% E, |' v, BLet 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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/ [- G: z. ^4 `+ EHow do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
1 k+ n6 y: l/ W7 K1 m! o9 oDear Mr. President,
! I; }) L' I0 V5 _+ j9 y$ x- a7 IYou'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?

. s/ E5 @3 y4 i; ^8 O% E  _) ?[ 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...
0 J6 F0 ?, y: m( M( V# Q  ~" `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?
4 r. o6 Z4 p' I  c6 _8 D& w- pWhy is there this sadness in their eyes?
5 G1 H% y) v; X9 g  `8 l" wWhy 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
/ _# J! [. ~0 A: j! BThey're dancing with the dead
8 T. p7 S, S* o' M$ IThey dance with the invisible ones
3 n% _/ `8 Z% M/ U. n! wTheir anguish is unsaid
+ d1 z1 z5 p/ N' M# B+ zThey're dancing with their fathers
& X; e7 d. I' \5 e: o7 oThey're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
- m% R- A, N1 Z$ ?3 E' cThey 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
If they were to speak these words they'd go missing too
Another woman on a torture table what else can they do
4 f% j2 f/ J' j3 mThey're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
/ F* O9 {( B) {) rThey dance with the invisible ones
0 F0 U! n: K: Y8 [: oTheir anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
* G4 a5 e6 c  T& dThey're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
2 D5 S$ v( Y' e# C6 Y8 H4 [They dance alone They dance alone
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One day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
; x$ O4 F3 k% C7 [8 t3 n9 g4 f6 ^& sAnd we'll dance
( h8 c6 \( X- O9 ?3 N! Z( |  p) rOne 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

4 G3 m+ ^0 D3 z9 m$ C3 l+ E' k& tEllas danzan con los desaparecidos
& z1 i* {, o" P0 h: {: p! wEllas danzan con los muertos
1 v% P% l, U; M, `+ qEllas danzan con amores invisibles
Ellas danzan con silenciosa angustia
Danzan con sus pardres
* h) j- }9 M0 R% W. n; zDanzan con sus hijos
( _7 S9 `* f3 b5 PDanzan con sus esposos
# C5 @8 V7 E/ }. ]; oEllas danzan solas
Danzan solas

Hey Mr. Pinochet
- x3 D! Y; J: y. vYou've sown a bitter crop
: Q# U* U+ U% V- D  uIt's foreign money that supports you
( ?3 A$ h0 z/ v- _1 YOne day the money's going to stop
No wages for your torturers
* W& r8 X$ p7 NNo budget for your guns
6 O0 I, Q2 m4 `9 |6 M/ bCan you think of your own mother
* L1 R8 `/ X) ^4 t( Y% x3 G. |2 N$ c4 PDancin' with her invisible son
5 m# V  c2 c3 U- I3 ~8 G) XThey're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
They're anguish is unsaid
4 T3 H/ \' R; ?  _5 h; i$ O4 hThey're dancing with their fathers
& X2 c, |( f4 m" k" PThey'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.
seems what our vanity fair  merely care is money, what a simple life they are leading!!