Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

http://youtube.com/v/6DEh0eSpNvY
' }8 D' i! h" S: x% @; Y/ fPINK LYRICS
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" b5 j" p2 S( ?2 d9 P1 o) V"Dear Mr. President"
7 {1 U, `  w" v* U! R(feat. Indigo Girls)

  b  b3 @( j" DDear Mr. President,
& X. Q. c* _1 o( YCome take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
3 D, n; L" g* i6 G3 F5 Z7 l- |Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
( ~0 I! S2 c6 I$ V( d- DWhat do you feel when you look in the mirror?
. R, N9 H4 Y8 U7 F- q* FAre you proud?
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5 y3 H$ z& \$ ?4 I/ U1 U, dHow do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
: F$ V, ^. E! [8 ~2 O$ E# z, \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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+ f! }4 M% h+ b* sDear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
- b: z$ D: K1 z$ `) q( ]Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
& B2 }8 J' R; U' ?6 _No child is left behind?
4 _( S5 P% d8 ~; Y5 G& [" s2 {We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
, n: P" V( h$ vWhile 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
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
- D, n: T6 b( F8 ~* j9 }How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
! N" E- C% T# S  [4 S; J; TCan you even look me in the eye?
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7 H* o+ a( M3 y# [& u9 E# |7 B0 TLet me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
; ]( t' o2 ^, XRebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
- z. a9 y& }$ z* R; Y, ELet me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
5 K1 n) z$ O; _/ T4 y- R% j* {3 zLet me tell you 'bout hard work
4 V4 E6 W/ V5 m  t$ M8 ]% PHard work
4 J8 ~% Y6 g; L; pHard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
5 J; A  Z" s# }Hard work
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How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
! b" }* L2 X, XDear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?
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[ 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...
% n% q' f  E. {- T. |5 fIn fact it's quite good$送花$

goldfish

They dance alone ---Sting
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' [4 X2 i8 }1 f6 X/ V# u' VWhy are there women here dancing on their own?
Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
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
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
5 r0 I0 O( X* q1 zTheir anguish is unsaid
/ V, B1 v+ }1 z5 p9 KThey're dancing with their fathers
) q* T) d* M: h5 Y  {They're dancing with their sons
. p# F" d8 u' k- t4 @. w% x8 Y6 EThey're dancing with their husbands
7 W- \1 b# V( B( \They dance alone They dance alone

It's the only form of protest they're allowed
4 @) |) M9 j7 m$ t' bI've seen their silent faces scream so loud
If they were to speak these words they'd go missing too
8 X5 u+ o: i4 g" QAnother 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
) ?5 h3 l& q$ }, E8 H- i5 @9 v8 yTheir anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
, R- ^; t$ F3 M/ Q* X5 O8 O8 l4 tThey're dancing with their sons
: H* ~4 ]- Z0 G7 M0 E9 CThey're dancing with their husbands
8 f& [3 g0 I, @0 f8 ZThey dance alone They dance alone
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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
1 d+ v! }) R9 r; [8 d0 ROne day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance
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5 ?6 R, y7 `7 K* i) B5 YEllas danzan con los desaparecidos
Ellas danzan con los muertos
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
. I: v9 t0 o% w& w. Q9 D/ _8 k9 k) X) DEllas danzan con silenciosa angustia
8 `. d: D" u. X  u+ Z9 i% YDanzan con sus pardres
, O9 y% r6 A* G' c: i( [1 ^Danzan con sus hijos
! }- ?: S' o7 `# {Danzan con sus esposos
; W) I7 {( b; r0 ?5 g+ N5 l; fEllas danzan solas
Danzan solas

Hey Mr. Pinochet
You've sown a bitter crop
. X) p9 a" N: b# O1 Z( T+ }" ]It's foreign money that supports you
One day the money's going to stop
7 C, C) }7 t" p- D2 ]2 Y6 D: g" \No wages for your torturers
% m5 K$ g" y+ ?2 m3 n- XNo budget for your guns
Can you think of your own mother
Dancin' with her invisible son
3 c$ Y- j* t& I/ W9 p/ s' qThey're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
; d4 Q: A! q" q, F3 R# KThey dance with the invisible ones
9 _3 v, b$ W# V3 o2 P% ^They're anguish is unsaid
5 M6 V- l) f# I* ZThey're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
8 x$ L( \% b0 [; v4 Y2 sThey're dancing with their husbands
% w+ |5 D! i) q0 q9 W# m# kThey dance alone
$ `& N+ e) a: N* y/ m- G" {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.
0 {4 z- }: Y. O* I* Gseems what our vanity fair  merely care is money, what a simple life they are leading!!