Dear Mr. President
Él la vio en un programa de TV e inmediatamente se enamoro de ella.
La artista del momento, ella realmente cantaba bien o al menos a él le gustaba su forma de cantar.
Un día organizando una reunión él propuso a Isabella Swan como cantante para la cena.
En la noche cuando la cena estaba finalizando ella apareció con una guitarra violeta y vestido de negro con brillos acompañado por tacones con tachas luciendo deslumbrante.
(N/A: http:/ /wp -content/upl oads/2010/ 01/vc4 .jpg vestimenta
http:/ .es/ images/productos/L2- LXMP URPLE .jpg guitarra
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Se acerco al micrófono y habló:
-buenas noches estoy aquí para cantarles una canción así que espero que sea de su agrado. Gracias. Va dedicada al Señor Presidente.-dijo con voz suave
Dear Mr. President
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
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.?
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
And tell me, why?
Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We´re not dumb and we´re not blind
They´re all sitting in your cells
While you pay 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
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?
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…
Let me tell you about hard work…
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you about hard work…
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you about hard work…
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you about hard work…
Hard work
Hard work
You don´t know nothing about hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh…
How 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...
Cuando termino estaba en shock cantaba tan bien que no me importo que alla dicho esas cosa sobre mi.
Definitivamente tenía problemas. Estaba enamorado de Isabella Swan…