Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

http://youtube.com/v/6DEh0eSpNvY
4 R; M& j* y4 [' b' @/ kPINK LYRICS

"Dear Mr. President"
# o+ g% C: I' x(feat. Indigo Girls)
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7 c. T3 F$ J& _Dear Mr. President,
, a& q0 j: |$ }  pCome 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.
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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?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?
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2 `1 W2 H2 R8 q4 ]6 \$ M4 EHow do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
( m! Y3 b6 O! P6 HHow do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?

9 ]' k5 f& G7 y3 FDear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
! P9 D) P0 W, c1 gHow can you say
No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
4 W  I* {. Z# r2 [They're all sitting in your cells
2 y" m+ c+ [5 v. `! R) E: t7 \9 bWhile 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?
$ s" y4 L: H" \7 J) i2 e9 P: X/ f* r$ lI can only imagine what the first lady has to say
. [! ^. L# @! vYou've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.
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$ E8 j) |# f# v; R1 X0 UHow do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
* d0 g8 {* W' T. n! YHow do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
% f0 {& `# ?6 sCan 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
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
: n3 w  x! j& `& ~Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
0 m$ _4 |1 x6 e3 P2 g/ IBuilding a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
8 R9 D/ d$ Q/ W+ H: ~Hard work
6 H7 j7 N2 \! \/ }. U9 x7 P5 pHard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
3 B1 F5 g* D4 N1 m# Y1 L; R* H2 xHard work
Hard work
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How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
& V/ `& e; E' UDear Mr. President,
8 y* ^; s( n& O0 a: _. k: J$ K, Z* yYou'd never take a walk with me.
6 u& b2 o9 S1 L+ `% CWould 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...
In fact it's quite good$送花$

goldfish

They dance alone ---Sting

Why are there women here dancing on their own?
- r: ?8 ~! ~" C  JWhy is there this sadness in their eyes?
4 O4 W8 Z8 B+ `5 rWhy are the soldiers here
9 I# G+ i/ w" n- tTheir faces fixed like stone?
& ^5 B' c! X9 G! Z6 gI can't see what it is that they dispise
3 k6 {) W# ^9 gThey're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
+ s6 C* r0 i! c; b+ Y" B6 OThey dance with the invisible ones
! s) M9 W8 h% |5 u/ gTheir anguish is unsaid
' d4 r; m0 T( O& eThey're dancing with their fathers
  V& M, H- v# jThey're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
. k7 Y7 T. ?2 b5 A, X% rThey dance alone They dance alone
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1 V$ `$ m! f0 L: o) v& F* M4 FIt's the only form of protest they're allowed
+ Q* I* f$ Y* m* J/ {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
- Z& m1 U* ~6 N; F. HThey're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
$ F% d7 ]$ ^: ?" J  V$ e* RThey're dancing with their fathers
0 Z7 Y' Y3 \+ y% K8 l& c9 LThey're dancing with their sons
" \8 L$ j1 ^6 @They're dancing with their husbands
) Y6 X' H3 Y, C# ]/ ^# b/ A: g- FThey dance alone They dance alone
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8 n* q" `. \8 D3 _One day we'll dance on their graves
6 A. {/ Y9 F2 W; O' k, w( yOne day we'll sing our freedom
$ S: f5 [0 U  y7 D! cOne 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
One day we'll laugh in our joy
" n) [7 f# g) J0 m  l# ]0 [And we'll dance

. \) N5 v, g' \! C) ~/ [  gEllas danzan con los desaparecidos
" Z  n( x* u: _0 A! ?Ellas danzan con los muertos
3 f% F: c8 B' e& K" K- A" ^" _5 vEllas danzan con amores invisibles
: q+ g, B" U, Y6 N8 F6 Y/ KEllas danzan con silenciosa angustia
9 `  j# l1 H( \* \) O6 uDanzan con sus pardres
Danzan con sus hijos
( s" W3 i1 p/ ^: lDanzan con sus esposos
Ellas danzan solas
. Z! k9 S1 d, L( B1 m' z  _) wDanzan solas
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Hey Mr. Pinochet
You've sown a bitter crop
It's foreign money that supports you
One day the money's going to stop
No wages for your torturers
No budget for your guns
$ v) G6 h) m9 S- }5 {Can you think of your own mother
Dancin' with her invisible son
2 u" O) r! I8 \1 ]. cThey're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
0 ^  M6 m( G% M  l$ mThey dance with the invisible ones
They're anguish is unsaid
% k" N4 c  s0 z) M3 {! uThey're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone
. ]/ s# F! Z. eThey 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 Z) {1 k. K. q4 [. K, Q, Kseems what our vanity fair  merely care is money, what a simple life they are leading!!