Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

http://youtube.com/v/6DEh0eSpNvY
% K) m# m" L6 j  p% m* e' S8 CPINK LYRICS

"Dear Mr. President"
0 V  ^) w. \+ V+ }1 `8 h# w(feat. Indigo Girls)

  I0 ~3 c# I7 ~' c0 e2 R* fDear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
2 Z2 i$ ~' \+ }7 n! K5 v8 jLet's pretend we're just two people and
6 f8 s7 u! W3 P7 EYou're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.
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/ l1 e9 F, ?, `- HWhat do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
8 w: ]$ ?% L/ ~% j# [, M1 e: OWho do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
- N1 Q  N# R' z& ?8 dWhat do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?
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! u: h3 ?+ l( Y9 r& YHow do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
6 k* T2 [& N7 Y9 j: l' ]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
And tell me why?
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Dear Mr. President,
# V3 Y+ N6 O( k# ]) H- nWere you a lonely boy?
! \6 M! T- `4 DAre you a lonely boy?
1 m. l$ o$ e# G( T: |0 u) o9 YAre you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
$ E3 H% _5 G5 U" eThey're all sitting in your cells
3 J5 c5 A% e. y  M1 CWhile you pave the road to hell.
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& v) [3 u" q' ]- K! R) E- dWhat kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
8 @. o1 N- T2 i, [0 M2 iAnd what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
/ {' ~3 V* I9 V! h9 ~3 E. _I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
, m$ i7 Y" l9 V( @3 m$ W  f! r1 zYou've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

" F* _; `8 [: XHow do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
) ]& s/ e; E2 T, X/ T* tHow 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
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
) {) m7 G, V( j3 @9 h' p& V# O% v/ M6 ALet me tell you 'bout hard work
1 }' }. C5 }2 ?4 K: r* [5 T+ qRebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
3 r! e' ]7 b1 l- PLet me tell you 'bout hard work
* @9 e7 {9 n5 U" m# u' X$ tBuilding a bed out of a cardboard box
. d" h% ~9 [' @; MLet me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
) }. @2 }7 p6 K! O2 w6 S6 P! S' v; dHard work
% ~- i2 _  ^- B8 |7 @9 K0 FYou don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
2 N) Z7 A0 @7 U9 t# AHard work
/ d7 K9 q% M3 NOh
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: E, ?1 f1 I3 |& W1 |7 [0 RHow do you sleep at night?
# k. J; a. a! U: D% k1 q2 }7 UHow do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
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...
$ b: z  f8 x( f% _& k; EIn fact it's quite good$送花$

goldfish

They dance alone ---Sting

  Z2 a8 ^/ {8 b- A* SWhy are there women here dancing on their own?
1 K/ U% u+ v3 g/ gWhy is there this sadness in their eyes?
& d0 u4 q2 O' [) D: ?2 ?Why are the soldiers here
" H8 |; y$ \* Q# |Their faces fixed like stone?
I can't see what it is that they dispise
. A4 }4 Z8 A1 k9 j; ~  A* TThey're dancing with the missing
- f( k* n! |. o- {  j4 d, [They're dancing with the dead
7 H6 m& ?6 r$ Y0 dThey dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
$ {; N' B# w. Y: `/ \: bThey're dancing with their fathers
( y0 z7 O% o8 S6 D0 KThey're dancing with their sons
# U( Z/ w2 z) c( T# LThey're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone
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9 |5 W$ h0 `8 @  U( ~5 tIt's the only form of protest they're allowed
7 }6 [% U; v& E% VI've seen their silent faces scream so loud
% K0 p% V& ^* @' VIf they were to speak these words they'd go missing too
# b+ f+ t! ~; h8 ]6 N4 V8 I. iAnother woman on a torture table what else can they do
They're dancing with the missing
* X6 h( q" F/ X5 ?( S/ f! o* YThey're dancing with the dead
4 S; n( p; [4 l' MThey dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
; t" u7 m3 s5 ]: YThey're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
5 i6 Z7 l$ b/ E1 Q' ^1 Y  MThey dance alone They dance alone

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
One day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
! ~3 f4 [1 L" b7 \! j  zOne day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance

Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
Ellas danzan con los muertos
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
5 m0 h3 z7 k, v' i' Q3 ^0 {Ellas danzan con silenciosa angustia
Danzan con sus pardres
Danzan con sus hijos
5 l* c/ r1 V2 H) E' ?  F' W. [Danzan con sus esposos
6 E8 j, \! E$ zEllas danzan solas
+ R1 h% V; X, V1 N/ z: TDanzan solas
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0 @! w. C; r) w4 DHey Mr. Pinochet
& v) Y" u& h8 ~7 w- mYou've sown a bitter crop
& I) ]& I, I/ r6 ]" t/ sIt's foreign money that supports you
+ T% a5 D) h% Z$ o2 H! |One day the money's going to stop
# z5 |) k( k3 c9 U, a6 pNo wages for your torturers
No budget for your guns
Can you think of your own mother
1 P$ G5 m5 [; Y0 t$ e" GDancin' with her invisible son
7 j' s# g& I0 d6 t2 m2 ]They're dancing with the missing
8 A/ a6 ~! n0 W. s: p  l* lThey're dancing with the dead
3 W& f- H9 |/ @/ w. NThey dance with the invisible ones
They're anguish is unsaid
, @8 X( d8 }+ e% t! l) m5 C. {; TThey're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone
) a1 w8 g/ B8 C, s5 y$ ~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.
# o7 G! }2 ]4 K( f0 }7 cseems what our vanity fair  merely care is money, what a simple life they are leading!!