Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

http://youtube.com/v/6DEh0eSpNvY
PINK LYRICS

"Dear Mr. President"
% @% @4 s$ ~( N0 z: a: u(feat. Indigo Girls)

' M/ {4 s' _) z* ~- O2 x1 ^* ?Dear Mr. President,
2 H0 B; l/ z* }6 T7 R2 ]Come take a walk with me.
# M- a; o/ @0 w9 b: \Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me.
) w! w! [6 U$ C8 b' M% j) p+ bI'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.
5 P* W# r9 W0 ]! G1 D3 w3 G% f  H
# D7 e% q# K! g4 t$ S5 sWhat do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
# _) b5 H* b4 G9 n" v; ?9 UWhat do you feel when you look in the mirror?
7 C8 Z; y: R2 O1 E( l4 k) TAre 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?
5 c& i9 V, N4 @4 G5 u; RHow do you walk with your head held high?
( X) ~4 k8 |, f' Q% X6 _Can you even look me in the eye
4 r# Q5 @+ v1 C/ N1 k2 ?And tell me why?
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Dear Mr. President,
/ y$ M) M; }( @) h/ ^  w' b" PWere you a lonely boy?
, N, `! c5 a  }: XAre you a lonely boy?
* C: y; o: V0 H( T  YAre you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
7 V* t$ D2 y7 I. b3 x5 TWe'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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6 b9 {8 H# i- k  c( D+ f) b, O, Q! }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?
) a8 ^/ Z; E& Y$ S! U& fI 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?
  y3 h# C7 C6 C5 f7 vHow 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?

Let me tell you 'bout hard work
1 g( l( L/ I7 p- A2 J2 V% JMinimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
9 X( ]% i! _8 ^; j6 E! o) xRebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
% k5 P& c: n4 @Building a bed out of a cardboard box
' g& d6 ]2 V8 ILet me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
( ~+ C: n5 h2 |, ?$ n( m7 _8 r3 ?Hard work
/ ]6 \/ c5 N, u  ]3 R# F- ?* GHard work
Oh

% R1 q6 R6 ^/ K, x2 L3 _* fHow do you sleep at night?
0 K0 n, f' R8 ?- ]# c6 PHow do you walk with your head held high?
, \  i' m6 y" n( n7 I. C$ f9 l7 HDear Mr. President,
, Q% J; b' v9 t3 `6 p, HYou'd never take a walk with me.
4 [, b/ i) I: A& ?6 F6 hWould you?

[ 本帖最后由 celinedeng 于 2007-7-7 21:03 编辑 ]

alicia_83

The singer is so cool!
8 u: Q5 q2 t4 M. X, UA thoughtful song~~~

goldfish

nothing is absolutely right or wrong,especially on politics.

bobic_wang

it is really a moving song,
( `9 p  b* l* B9 \- X- B$支持$ $支持$ $支持$

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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4 b: h9 I9 h6 fWhy are there women here dancing on their own?
( z0 ]6 A, l8 U; L8 ]2 ]Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
/ {/ x1 d! f  m  t% ^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
) b- x# R; V  tThey're dancing with the dead
: S9 V) ?# Z' i( E% {; U) ]They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
5 T( J' C" F# L, k5 _They're dancing with their husbands
3 U* e1 ~$ o+ W% C: \: f" SThey dance alone They dance alone
3 r/ M0 j; t; p8 y' p. O
It's the only form of protest they're allowed
I've seen their silent faces scream so loud
1 i% B8 e, W0 X# O! W+ S+ _If 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
They dance with the invisible ones
: u$ L+ o8 c8 k- V7 ~; L% wTheir anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
5 `. X1 }) D' o7 l+ }2 i# xThey dance alone They dance alone

, e0 d3 R4 P" P0 A6 aOne day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
, c' w* n7 n: Y  Y+ [0 ~- A* OAnd we'll dance
One day we'll dance on their graves
4 C1 K' ~% k% R* C9 a" zOne day we'll sing our freedom
; \5 z9 v, A% t) Z& `One day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance

; S3 }, o/ |, o* ^0 u2 x/ ~Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
0 x% r& _& K. \6 W( t4 I& pEllas danzan con los muertos
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
Ellas danzan con silenciosa angustia
7 o! r7 k! n' P) u7 J+ v1 V$ G5 }Danzan con sus pardres
Danzan con sus hijos
Danzan con sus esposos
Ellas danzan solas
Danzan solas

Hey Mr. Pinochet
You've sown a bitter crop
It's foreign money that supports you
One day the money's going to stop
) M( u7 K4 X3 g' SNo wages for your torturers
1 N: e( C0 e# Z, ]' K+ E2 f+ |No budget for your guns
8 v, g6 k' A' k3 Y; s; L9 zCan you think of your own mother
Dancin' with her invisible son
They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
& E8 R/ ]+ Z: z+ c3 J; DThey're anguish is unsaid
3 C6 D8 @+ u& u) M0 l5 D4 p- sThey're dancing with their fathers
+ F% B+ s- q9 p. a! P  uThey're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone
3 A2 W5 ~/ _) cThey 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!!