Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

http://youtube.com/v/6DEh0eSpNvY
PINK LYRICS

"Dear Mr. President"
- E- g9 `( x3 i$ f. W(feat. Indigo Girls)

Dear Mr. President,
4 e) o" E% m+ E1 \Come 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.

/ q) _0 M1 N. \9 F; V# T5 ~" vWhat 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?

6 Z$ P' K. ^# f" u& ?: z1 dHow do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
( a( m* s. |% u! S' D' k- GHow do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
: I4 |0 w" N) Q, AHow do you walk with your head held high?
% d- u% V6 ^% `9 j7 {Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?
- U3 U. M  S  U. K" _+ s
  E5 ~9 ]5 n! C' R% ZDear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
* z! ~* z3 m8 Z# h2 G0 T4 MAre you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
; a! s; Y# l; J9 J. Y5 ZWe're not dumb and we're not blind.
6 j" f- Z( ~* Y7 S; s2 S& aThey're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.

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?
8 b- o( o# h6 V# @$ c5 @3 aI can only imagine what the first lady has to say
, ~2 Z" r' {( OYou've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.
0 u) s5 Q  X* s9 g5 |
0 m; v0 `) B8 i4 E7 a; gHow 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?
0 V3 V' h0 }, K3 U( O7 UCan you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
& \( C! k* u  E, yBuilding a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
" G0 B. d6 k1 j0 fHard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
) U& x) A. L5 e& RHard work
9 G1 \+ d2 Z( q; B* c$ |/ v! z( Y% U! }Hard work
Oh

- b7 O0 [- V+ V* @How do you sleep at night?
2 C( Z8 k9 v" O& |7 jHow do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
$ q0 {& u: X; _2 p, ~2 p6 VYou'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?

* z3 Q) |1 l  W- K, f  A[ 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,
/ O5 n) i$ M8 C& 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...
9 S8 M$ k3 L( ~& U8 `$ c4 V9 L5 X# nIn fact it's quite good$送花$

goldfish

They dance alone ---Sting

; @' b0 s: o3 }$ ^* ]Why are there women here dancing on their own?
0 A% U  Y" z* @6 c% `Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
$ i# c5 h0 d. ^- i" _# t2 EWhy are the soldiers here
Their faces fixed like stone?
I can't see what it is that they dispise
  U% a6 V, [- j' a* mThey're dancing with the missing
. n  X2 f# [. i1 M- U/ `0 V# N6 Z0 F" eThey're dancing with the dead
- O; }! g# p3 I! V. ^* u; o7 ^They dance with the invisible ones
4 \7 t8 o4 ?, G# wTheir anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
6 K7 `1 N6 e4 K6 QThey're dancing with their husbands
8 Y! M8 ?6 c# R: j0 M) m2 ^" s3 s' V' EThey dance alone They dance alone

It's the only form of protest they're allowed
I've seen their silent faces scream so loud
4 |. P6 ]0 ~: |, S+ ?  r6 mIf they were to speak these words they'd go missing too
* l: B# H9 [  Y  e& f4 x& zAnother woman on a torture table what else can they do
They're dancing with the missing
0 I' W  u8 |) s8 W3 U6 UThey're dancing with the dead
' j! c3 \1 l9 ]6 N4 p) K# h3 o$ mThey dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
( a; \2 b: p) E- m/ j: IThey're dancing with their sons
  k6 y; i9 d& U6 b" `. p# p# mThey're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone
$ S( `* l4 c' x7 S. }7 n! d2 ]
, S) t; a6 Q' X9 _/ jOne day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
5 ^5 ]5 ]$ I* ]3 gOne 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
& X( O; Z1 S0 l- FOne day we'll laugh in our joy
* R& s$ f8 d4 \And we'll dance

7 _* B: C  `2 G% d7 }Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
Ellas danzan con los muertos
; Q5 A) b- U% V( }Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
Ellas danzan con silenciosa angustia
Danzan con sus pardres
9 G8 b# g, y- kDanzan con sus hijos
Danzan con sus esposos
Ellas danzan solas
Danzan solas

$ Z, z4 V) ?5 i9 k0 \! lHey Mr. Pinochet
0 \; S! N# I6 z0 v. j2 w4 q: [You've sown a bitter crop
+ r& U# w$ B; N& q0 NIt's foreign money that supports you
- L7 u- h: e8 r( W% v8 KOne day the money's going to stop
; b& G' C$ N3 u5 ?& ]8 x/ W+ o2 h9 KNo wages for your torturers
No budget for your guns
8 l$ i3 U- @2 U9 RCan you think of your own mother
/ Z# n. Q$ k5 k& Y3 F; rDancin' with her invisible son
6 g, C: \3 @2 z& u: @They're dancing with the missing
; L& R) x, Q8 |# G0 ?. SThey're dancing with the dead
& ~) d, K! J& @3 RThey dance with the invisible ones
They're anguish is unsaid
2 t& Y! M6 O' Z# }4 D% D$ V# cThey're dancing with their fathers
- P3 n/ A' r( t1 U3 bThey're dancing with their sons
+ I5 S& ]- @$ q) P( n6 [They're dancing with their husbands
) e0 D5 h6 E0 \5 B: }They dance alone
2 R" i9 H6 n& z* t4 C) _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!!