Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

http://youtube.com/v/6DEh0eSpNvY
$ t6 b; t4 P4 I2 C, N7 S- yPINK LYRICS

"Dear Mr. President"
(feat. Indigo Girls)
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1 U- I+ |% ~1 J* n, S( v0 F0 D3 WDear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
. H5 c: _* t$ X0 j5 t# j8 \You're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.
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# f$ b8 I7 B. i" \8 J& `0 [9 Y& O/ v+ OWhat do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
% d6 }0 f/ D% d# H; BWhat do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?
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How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
' p8 |* E' I6 AHow do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
3 G$ |# b* l$ m. hHow do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?
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: W- A- m5 Y5 @# p8 i9 |; ?# R1 B. t$ uDear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
5 C! [2 {' n; y4 ?/ T' W3 nWe're not dumb and we're not blind.
5 g: o6 K8 s  v; G7 E0 d+ JThey're all sitting in your cells
' W  h4 G% K4 lWhile you pave the road to hell.
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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?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
3 A2 i* L: h8 o! mYou've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.
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+ |' M* B" ?0 i( O& N# oHow do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
4 |* Q' ~' q; P& o- P. C2 B0 q0 kHow do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?
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: O& q0 N: X2 m' `2 q) FLet me tell you 'bout hard work
6 e0 K& r. c- p: }" c& \+ Z  EMinimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
, I- ?, z# l9 }1 }5 D( uLet me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
5 G3 g, P3 F9 s% Q; |Hard work
Hard work
0 b9 c+ {+ y2 q: G9 mYou don't know nothing 'bout hard work
( C- W* w6 j% N- C* |( {Hard work
4 ?( l0 O9 |5 P5 tHard work
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- U$ y' B+ m$ c6 {How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
  R' Y% U9 @2 FDear Mr. President,
) ~  {, i* u; J7 X! mYou'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?
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( R0 T/ S" _7 X& h# h% M' j  P" N$ M[ 本帖最后由 celinedeng 于 2007-7-7 21:03 编辑 ]

alicia_83

The singer is so cool!
- H$ d, A  @5 H. MA 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...
, \8 B, g; O! gIn fact it's quite good$送花$

goldfish

They dance alone ---Sting

Why are there women here dancing on their own?
" y0 i8 _1 [6 F$ X$ E  `5 K1 |3 GWhy is there this sadness in their eyes?
Why are the soldiers here
Their faces fixed like stone?
$ z: {; e) P8 t' fI can't see what it is that they dispise
They're dancing with the missing
0 R* w8 ^" z+ h2 n2 M: MThey're dancing with the dead
. u0 @) F. k* \6 ~1 O8 QThey dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
% z/ x4 _) k% ?: m# I) AThey're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
! P; g, f% v+ O; }They dance alone They dance alone

  n* A9 P& G$ VIt's the only form of protest they're allowed
8 V4 T- \) A( \* HI've seen their silent faces scream so loud
9 _( l, V9 c3 |2 g$ W/ YIf they were to speak these words they'd go missing too
" s) R  m. K, A4 B4 c1 p" iAnother woman on a torture table what else can they do
They're dancing with the missing
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They dance with the invisible ones
" i2 I$ f1 H4 t& D: z6 R% STheir anguish is unsaid
) V6 K  @& n5 h3 ~$ NThey're dancing with their fathers
( D6 J6 l; D2 YThey're dancing with their sons
/ O9 B. p1 a$ N! t( nThey're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone

/ P" m9 A% i7 ]9 \" QOne day we'll dance on their graves
2 A  ~  r8 C3 W( ~- \( W. ROne day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
" {: y8 ?4 F& @1 r5 {' @- v. t& x, @And we'll dance
4 w# E% L) G4 X0 z# `) I" pOne day we'll dance on their graves
- I7 t6 x2 Q1 |0 ROne day we'll sing our freedom
! C/ d; G  U) u/ ]3 GOne day we'll laugh in our joy
( ~/ w9 |4 Q% i: VAnd we'll dance

. p3 x4 o) u( n! j$ k  E6 D, d0 qEllas danzan con los desaparecidos
Ellas danzan con los muertos
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
1 Z9 w" @0 S, @4 b+ D0 _% dEllas danzan con silenciosa angustia
Danzan con sus pardres
. R, h9 a, J# {5 @" ODanzan con sus hijos
( J6 [" V9 [" B# o0 z/ DDanzan con sus esposos
0 E' e; z& D* L4 D) D$ BEllas danzan solas
Danzan solas

- q1 A* p( i, o; E$ jHey Mr. Pinochet
! r) i/ O: J) V4 Y  UYou've sown a bitter crop
It's foreign money that supports you
8 Z; Q6 n7 o$ a: L* u% KOne day the money's going to stop
2 l. S# Q# X. v8 g; yNo wages for your torturers
, \# G  F" {' v; b/ Z8 l/ [9 l- e- {9 hNo budget for your guns
Can you think of your own mother
2 x! r- r# X' \3 o: ZDancin' with her invisible son
They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
9 X  |& ^! ^6 c- C8 c6 kThey dance with the invisible ones
) w; t3 P  @( J5 B: k3 gThey're anguish is unsaid
; x2 E! ]  _0 Y# ?They're dancing with their fathers
1 C1 n; b2 \' i% ^3 |They'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.
8 A$ b$ g/ q2 o8 ]* _! u& ?2 [seems what our vanity fair  merely care is money, what a simple life they are leading!!