Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

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"Dear Mr. President"
(feat. Indigo Girls)

Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
5 }2 o5 Y+ q7 {. l: R4 ULet'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.
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2 I' f9 _6 L9 NWhat do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
2 g% s  A5 I9 X' xWho do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
5 C0 O% g) n2 O/ kWhat do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?

# C" p7 i7 O$ K+ j4 h/ RHow do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
  y6 r' ]5 v3 o. \3 gHow do you walk with your head held high?
9 C9 D1 m' b$ y2 bCan you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?
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: a- s$ i- D# c* K/ gDear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
1 k# _. W4 }. K5 U6 b8 FAre you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
2 p! n  T) c3 W' P5 E5 tNo child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
- J6 a9 s! ?% }While you pave the road to hell.
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What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
6 ]% i( b2 C! [  h2 LAnd what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
7 W# f4 M4 O8 @/ m7 P) RYou've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
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?

% v7 \7 g( W  X  y* @1 _Let me tell you 'bout hard work
! y3 f! c# u- B! P: DMinimum wage with a baby on the way
9 l& Q% |; {) n; R! G' D. ?Let me tell you 'bout hard work
  O0 [2 m! }; _* `" R" X! _7 D+ B8 pRebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
% w% w+ _( M% s3 I4 cLet me tell you 'bout hard work
7 T% X. L9 k; U# M2 zBuilding a bed out of a cardboard box
+ w+ ~6 X" f8 w: y$ k# R/ w, nLet me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
- L6 K3 |7 X7 s5 G  m' N) _You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
1 U, h: H& M7 ^Hard work
5 K7 p+ W3 |# F/ iOh

2 }5 k0 {" R  RHow do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
9 ~8 D# L$ ^1 C: eDear 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,
: Q% Q0 _3 H* Z, ]! ?; s$支持$ $支持$ $支持$

fcyfcy1

impressive... i heard the song several times in last week... but never paid attention to the lyrics...
5 [- |5 H3 y) V# s+ Q6 h' RIn fact it's quite good$送花$

goldfish

They dance alone ---Sting

Why are there women here dancing on their own?
Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
Why are the soldiers here
' T0 x/ L( ]) l8 n& A* RTheir faces fixed like stone?
" i( B+ J! S* T! y- u) bI can't see what it is that they dispise
They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
4 Q; l- @: B/ |; c; p7 k9 h8 eThey dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
4 `, d/ X6 H# rThey're dancing with their husbands
0 H( |/ G2 k6 J5 mThey dance alone They dance alone

; @" Z- m: d. ^( ~1 H% e7 i, W% h! U+ kIt's the only form of protest they're allowed
I've seen their silent faces scream so loud
If they were to speak these words they'd go missing too
Another woman on a torture table what else can they do
* r1 D; v9 E: x3 s& z# RThey're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
4 H  _" h3 G4 F% y- JThey dance with the invisible ones
% ]3 B0 y2 r3 a& o) }% X5 K$ O2 bTheir anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
2 U' S0 E  p' Y( W: T5 k! qThey're dancing with their sons
! j' [) u- \: kThey're dancing with their husbands
- `8 x7 a6 I: F/ l; ]. AThey dance alone They dance alone

) L: z& ^  M8 D1 }/ |/ D0 GOne day we'll dance on their graves
( E: J4 m1 {$ n$ W+ s( nOne day we'll sing our freedom
6 w8 A" \' g4 W: C) O0 F9 _One day we'll laugh in our joy
% E( G% p# M8 m, P( VAnd we'll dance
One day we'll dance on their graves
; v" u) W. L6 |2 a6 l. v/ J) I& KOne day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
. t6 d! a8 r2 I& o8 j% [! I5 }9 sAnd we'll dance

" `: z+ F& M1 r. x# }$ y/ ^Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
( E6 N. v/ P% M4 D: u' KEllas danzan con los muertos
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
. \5 a( E& D) ]% f5 wEllas danzan con silenciosa angustia
Danzan con sus pardres
Danzan con sus hijos
Danzan con sus esposos
5 ^4 p0 r) s" n6 R, X( Y- O; iEllas danzan solas
' y* p$ R2 t: a# ~" \Danzan solas
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) ?1 D+ n5 @4 cHey Mr. Pinochet
/ u/ r% u8 Y7 o* D- X4 a' F, I& O4 YYou've sown a bitter crop
It's foreign money that supports you
One day the money's going to stop
4 {/ _9 }3 n* ]. [; e9 CNo wages for your torturers
8 M9 P, A/ `1 w. T% XNo budget for your guns
* j( I6 T) i6 i# t3 p$ q7 p: ~Can you think of your own mother
6 s# {6 O& J+ D5 d+ C: R4 ?& LDancin' with her invisible son
They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
2 o( W( y% s  OThey dance with the invisible ones
$ S7 T  G0 X; I' t, k; p  r# ~7 c: bThey're anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
7 Z2 F$ x+ @0 Z2 T8 |They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone
# B2 g% X9 W+ x2 zThey 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!!