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.

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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…