Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

http://youtube.com/v/6DEh0eSpNvY
2 [1 a% P' E+ w  V2 XPINK LYRICS

9 N9 o: W6 S5 g6 x9 q% a"Dear Mr. President"
(feat. Indigo Girls)
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Dear Mr. President,
9 ^0 o4 C$ J! FCome take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
# w% O: [3 n: C% q) M! vYou're not better than me.
; m4 N3 \, j" e/ j# f4 j3 c  tI'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.
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4 R! ^" Q) n# ~What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
% `1 v/ v. T5 D1 {: vWhat 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?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
3 n5 m+ T; a) ]+ nHow do you walk with your head held high?
* K' ~4 W: L+ N  v) wCan you even look me in the eye
( [# [/ V: `, TAnd tell me why?

& k8 A) V+ Y* t$ Q$ ^Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
& t* M$ ]! O- tAre you a lonely boy?
& ]( i0 n7 O5 h: q& |' p& mHow can you say
: ~5 k, o; w6 f1 I' NNo child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
# A. Z# ^. E/ ~) N& PWhile you pave the road to hell.

' ^8 s7 {0 O7 }/ i3 a+ NWhat kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
  o* m2 H) V; p' G. q% JAnd what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
) k( {! Q* G5 xI can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

6 Z; z4 ?, {& e0 |9 p' C2 S. s5 t7 K/ OHow do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
" ?5 z  t+ C5 M5 i" e% {: NHow 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?

( R' [# c# Q: S, pLet me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
0 R# Z4 G6 F4 T" a. D, _  kLet me tell you 'bout hard work
+ ^. P; X/ b2 s% g2 [1 QRebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
7 @- @$ e: |- a6 W' lBuilding a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
8 U0 v  i' i6 X) O1 G  M, ]& q4 D+ IYou don't know nothing 'bout hard work
* l0 v8 w" `' I. f. VHard work
Hard work
Oh
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1 T- V! J* S/ ]9 ]9 ZHow do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
) F$ W3 n' Z' a  Y5 n% ?4 MWould 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,
2 @$ q! {4 f( ]5 p  \$ C& n2 m$支持$ $支持$ $支持$

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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Why are there women here dancing on their own?
6 X/ |5 z! L. ~) W8 FWhy is there this sadness in their eyes?
Why are the soldiers here
) k, k6 `% c( }+ i5 I& b! i  hTheir faces fixed like stone?
I can't see what it is that they dispise
They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
0 P2 q6 C. p& j; Y4 e- _1 rThey dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
1 y- ~% @" r5 e/ O+ q+ nThey're dancing with their husbands
; ]" x( B4 A$ l5 B+ ?0 h5 kThey dance alone They dance alone

It's the only form of protest they're allowed
2 P8 {9 Z, y4 x# }9 A' gI've seen their silent faces scream so loud
# S3 f: r- f% Y7 f) v* ~( J# R7 WIf they were to speak these words they'd go missing too
Another woman on a torture table what else can they do
* h5 z/ F8 V+ RThey're dancing with the missing
& U/ ^$ a) j# {: a- s; k; QThey're dancing with the dead
8 L& Q5 m! H# d& X/ w4 {; AThey dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
* F# m- g6 F. R  @5 J5 D$ x$ wThey're dancing with their fathers
( F8 ]4 e, O/ I# u- a0 l! n4 XThey're dancing with their sons
/ c" a& _" v$ Q5 yThey're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone
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. J5 p1 |7 g4 UOne day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
& N9 a# y+ D& |+ ~, {4 B- |  bOne day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance
One day we'll dance on their graves
, w- D2 Z8 B( b4 JOne day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance
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/ T7 N6 t$ E' L* `Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
( E' r/ b8 f: e8 m& u$ cEllas danzan con los muertos
3 p. n" T8 v7 |( V6 U% sEllas danzan con amores invisibles
Ellas danzan con silenciosa angustia
Danzan con sus pardres
* w$ Q0 J1 V) ?$ EDanzan con sus hijos
2 E$ b9 B% b% x5 _' l# d9 }+ zDanzan con sus esposos
. W$ G  F0 c! Q) `5 j9 vEllas danzan solas
* j- z- L5 R4 j' x5 SDanzan solas

Hey Mr. Pinochet
You've sown a bitter crop
It's foreign money that supports you
: d8 A; i# |# z0 p5 E& Q9 _One day the money's going to stop
5 m1 ]7 l1 q& r/ Q' wNo wages for your torturers
7 E. [, n6 Z& w5 h. aNo budget for your guns
Can you think of your own mother
; N; q# U7 i  E1 i5 T' JDancin' with her invisible son
9 }+ C2 v1 H( R7 i1 X1 DThey're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
. ~0 d2 f5 w- ], ?4 J9 ]They're anguish is unsaid
4 {5 D5 G$ E3 @6 F" bThey're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
/ p& x6 t) W* ^" o" pThey'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!!