Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

http://youtube.com/v/6DEh0eSpNvY
1 I9 d. {4 ]  c4 ?PINK LYRICS

: z% l( G6 C. p"Dear Mr. President"
(feat. Indigo Girls)
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- U1 ]$ ], X. m) C7 SDear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
3 [& c0 l  q) k1 z/ r/ Q, vYou're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

" w6 \* b# g. F) |; lWhat do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
3 E* Q5 {6 h% C8 }Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
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?
9 d# T" H% {2 z6 @+ J& ^How do you walk with your head held high?
! k& B( F, L  Z  h$ ^/ XCan you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?

Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
$ M  B1 g4 f2 cAre you a lonely boy?
How can you say
0 B* H' K8 x; }3 T( ONo child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
8 D& \, u8 W4 q5 PThey're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.
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! X. a, H6 Y: j; {What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
: P: a3 D; r5 Z. YAnd what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
6 C) r- A" V! _' XI can only imagine what the first lady has to say
/ o9 ?( ]* A' Q; n9 jYou've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.
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: S5 {( X0 U- }- M, \How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
3 _6 a/ i8 X* p7 ]- l, D' @9 RHow do you walk with your head held high?
4 C2 n7 @+ s) t' ~Can you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
/ `/ {: \( T. G/ o+ z; GRebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
" b! R0 e( u) F. i7 w1 l2 E: E9 jLet me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
- ]# o) R0 k: X1 t* @: Z. BLet me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
) x' r$ }8 T1 r2 g9 O( w- ?4 rHard work
Hard work
Oh
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How do you sleep at night?
0 i# S  c" [9 G2 b5 GHow do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
8 Q4 B/ X) P4 w! zYou'd never take a walk with me.
+ n- i( [8 U- K3 Y( K' g, t8 V9 ^Would you?

[ 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...
4 ~1 E; x. C6 Z1 l  m4 J, M( o/ uIn fact it's quite good$送花$

goldfish

They dance alone ---Sting
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5 V0 T0 r: P; VWhy are there women here dancing on their own?
+ o5 ~( H+ l( e' Y" _5 oWhy is there this sadness in their eyes?
. m: m$ e  P$ t5 C+ F* W8 SWhy are the soldiers here
9 D: L# v+ U; _. tTheir faces fixed like stone?
% {! E* C! r) R8 ZI can't see what it is that they dispise
- o- v3 X  i$ e, gThey're dancing with the missing
2 E& N+ A5 Z. g! h+ g' YThey're dancing with the dead
2 O4 o% B8 V; Q9 O) z$ e! q( ?They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
* B7 U4 {2 y; Z0 I% gThey're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
$ I( w3 v1 Q6 l2 fThey're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone

( ]7 G0 \% o* U- SIt's the only form of protest they're allowed
5 d- U+ y& |6 @" n& R" Z6 P# ~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
8 t. v' X% z8 W2 mThey're dancing with the missing
% o4 c8 e. x. ~. r7 n. P( c, }& U: aThey're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
: Y% N0 k3 N' W+ W) z5 HThey're dancing with their fathers
; n5 I5 ]; H. ]5 n, O( r# Z- EThey're dancing with their sons
0 e  p! P$ x& p1 p+ FThey're dancing with their husbands
* ^( {  S2 K7 T+ T( ]; aThey dance alone They dance alone
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One day we'll dance on their graves
+ V! {* a1 s: A3 ~* SOne day we'll sing our freedom
! m1 i7 ~& `7 A7 i) IOne day we'll laugh in our joy
: c! e6 G/ _. k, oAnd we'll dance
0 A2 n9 g  A! I7 A- l7 v6 pOne day we'll dance on their graves
2 a- S* n# e# D: o' [, `One day we'll sing our freedom
& G' `  U2 ~7 e) G! \# I: e2 F7 nOne day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance
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Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
Ellas danzan con los muertos
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
( Q0 R9 k1 w& Z; z2 GEllas danzan con silenciosa angustia
8 w( D% }  H; sDanzan con sus pardres
6 ^* c# L+ L  ADanzan con sus hijos
- W2 r5 Q# [+ u1 WDanzan con sus esposos
Ellas danzan solas
* ?' y$ V3 S4 cDanzan solas

Hey Mr. Pinochet
You've sown a bitter crop
It's foreign money that supports you
. z: ]* S! f8 f7 @9 U: SOne day the money's going to stop
7 b7 F6 X/ Y3 f( Y, V8 r; h( u0 c, `No wages for your torturers
" k4 a, i! ^7 P5 @. V# uNo budget for your guns
/ R, R2 J  h7 ?/ p6 ]6 Z2 y1 eCan you think of your own mother
7 |- O) W5 `! q% h1 EDancin' with her invisible son
0 `% z2 h" {3 ?: y3 d% NThey're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
. J8 P9 y8 z; F( d: I% fThey're anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
  |- ~  w  w* y, r  SThey're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
  J5 P3 G' t9 S: d) {' zThey 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.
8 J* m" d0 {9 f! Q0 Hseems what our vanity fair  merely care is money, what a simple life they are leading!!