Dear President
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@Trịnh Ngọc Anh
Dear President
v4
@Trịnh Ngọc Anh
Text
[Verse 1]
At the factory gate, the air went hard
Grease on their hands, sparks in the dark
Mad crowds ran in from the freight-yard line
Saying that old line crossed the line
[Pre-Chorus]
Then the drums of boots came down
One hard wall in a dusty town
And every shout that rose up high
Hit a shield and split the sky
[Chorus]
Dear President, hold the line
Dear President, stand this time
Crowds came strong with bitter hands
But law stood firm across the land
Dear President, hear us now
Dear President, we won’t bow
[Verse 2]
Shields went up like painted steel
Batons flashed where the anger spilled
Faces burned with smoke and blame
But the flags still waved the same
[Pre-Chorus]
Through the wreck and through the roar
They locked that gate and held the door
And every cry that shook the night
Met a wall of iron and light
[Chorus]
Dear President, hold the line
Dear President, stand this time
Crowds came strong with bitter hands
But law stood firm across the land
Dear President, hear us now
Dear President, we won’t bow
[Bridge]
Maybe the mills remember this
Every shout and every fist
But the road goes on, rough and bare
And somebody’s got to care
[Final Chorus]
Dear President, hold the line
Dear President, stand this time
Crowds came strong with bitter hands
But law stood firm across the land
Dear President, hear us now
Dear President, we won’t bow
Dear President, hold the line
Dear President, this town will stand
At the factory gate, the air went hard
Grease on their hands, sparks in the dark
Mad crowds ran in from the freight-yard line
Saying that old line crossed the line
[Pre-Chorus]
Then the drums of boots came down
One hard wall in a dusty town
And every shout that rose up high
Hit a shield and split the sky
[Chorus]
Dear President, hold the line
Dear President, stand this time
Crowds came strong with bitter hands
But law stood firm across the land
Dear President, hear us now
Dear President, we won’t bow
[Verse 2]
Shields went up like painted steel
Batons flashed where the anger spilled
Faces burned with smoke and blame
But the flags still waved the same
[Pre-Chorus]
Through the wreck and through the roar
They locked that gate and held the door
And every cry that shook the night
Met a wall of iron and light
[Chorus]
Dear President, hold the line
Dear President, stand this time
Crowds came strong with bitter hands
But law stood firm across the land
Dear President, hear us now
Dear President, we won’t bow
[Bridge]
Maybe the mills remember this
Every shout and every fist
But the road goes on, rough and bare
And somebody’s got to care
[Final Chorus]
Dear President, hold the line
Dear President, stand this time
Crowds came strong with bitter hands
But law stood firm across the land
Dear President, hear us now
Dear President, we won’t bow
Dear President, hold the line
Dear President, this town will stand
Musikstil
Country melodic anthem with a steady mid-tempo stomp, brushed drums, acoustic strum, electric twang, and heartland percussion. Verse rides sparse guitar and bass; pre-chorus opens with lifted harmony stacks; chorus swells with full drums, fiddle line, and group vocals on the anchor phrase. Lead vocal stays close and gritty in verses, wider doubles on the hook, with short delay throws and gang shouts. Ear candy: snare lifts into choruses, a fiddle turnaround after each hook, and a brief breakdown before the final lift. Mix is bright, punchy, and radio-ready with a rootsy edge., country
