Tell me all about this name, that is difficult to say.
It was given me the day I was born.
Want to know about the stories of the empire of old.
My eyes say more of me than what you dare to say.
All I know of you is all the sights of war.
A film by Coppola, the helicopter's roar.
One day I'll touch your soil.
One day I'll finally know my soul.
One day I'll come to you.
To say hello... Vietnam.
Tell me all about my colour, my hair and my little feet
That have carried me every mile of the way.
Want to see your house, your streets. Show me all I do not know.
Wooden sampans, floating markets, light of gold.
All I know of you is the sights of war.
A film by Coppola, the helicopter's roar.
One day I'll touch your soil.
One day I'll finally know my soul.
One day I'll come to you.
To say hello... Vietnam.
And Buddha’s made of stone watch over me
My dreams they lead me through in the fields of rice
In prayer, in the light…I see my skin
I touch my tree, my roots,my begin
One day I'll touch your soil.
One day I'll finally know my soul.
One day I'll come to you.
To say hello... Vietnam.
One day I’ll walk your soil
One day I’ll finally know my soul
One day I’ll come to you
To say hello…Vietnam
To say hello…Vietnam
To say xin chào… Vietnam
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Tell me all about this name, that is difficult to say.It was given me the day I was born.Want to know about the stories of the empire of old.My eyes say more of me than what you dare to say.All I know of you is all the sights of war.A film by Coppola, the helicopter's roar.One day I'll touch your soil.One day I'll finally know my soul.One day I'll come to you.To say hello... Vietnam.Tell me all about my colour, my hair and my little feetThat have carried me every mile of the way.Want to see your house, your streets. Show me all I do not know.Wooden sampans, floating markets, light of gold.All I know of you is the sights of war.A film by Coppola, the helicopter's roar.One day I'll touch your soil.One day I'll finally know my soul.One day I'll come to you.To say hello... Vietnam.And Buddha's made of stone watch over meMy dreams they lead me through in the fields of riceIn prayer, in the light...I see my skinI touch my tree, my roots,my beginOne day I'll touch your soil.One day I'll finally know my soul.One day I'll come to you.To say hello... Vietnam.One day I'll walk your soilOne day I'll finally know my soulOne day I'll come to youTo say hello...VietnamTo say hello...VietnamTo say xin chào... Vietnam
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Tell ME all About this name, that is Difficult to Say.
It was Given ME The Day I was Born. Want to know About The Stories of The Empire of Old. My eyes Say more of ME than What You Dare to Say. All I. You know of all is The Sights of War. A Film by Coppola, The helicopter's Roar. One Day I'll Touch your soil. One Day My Soul I'll finally know. One Day I'll Come to You. To Say Hello. ... Vietnam. Tell all About ME My color, and My Hair My Little feet That Have carried ME Every Mile of The Way. Want to See your House, your streets. Show ME all I do Not know. Wooden sampans, Floating markets, light of Gold. All I know of You is The Sights of War. A Film by Coppola, The helicopter's Roar. One Day I'll Touch your soil. One Day I. 'My Soul LL finally know. One Day I'll Come to You. To Say Hello ... Vietnam. And Buddha's Made of Stone Watch over ME ME Through My Dreams they Lead in The Fields of Rice In Prayer, in The light ... I See My Skin I Touch My Tree, My Roots, My Begin One Day I'll Touch your soil. One Day My Soul I'll finally know. One Day I'll Come to You. To Say Hello ... Vietnam. One Day I'll Walk your soil One Day I'll finally know My Soul One Day I'll Come to You To Say Hello ... Vietnam ... Vietnam To Say Hello To Say ... Xin chào Vietnam.
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Tell me all about, this name that is difficult to say.
It was given me the day I was born.
Want to know about the stories. Of the Empire of old.
My eyes say more of me than what you dare to say.
All I know of you is all the sights of war.
A film. By, Coppola the helicopter 's roar.
One day I' ll touch your soil.
One day I 'll finally know my soul.
One day I' ll come to. You.
To say hello... Vietnam.
.
Tell me all about, my colour my hair and my little feet
That have carried me every mile of the way.
Want to see your. House your, streets. Show me all I do not know.
Wooden sampans floating markets, light of, gold.
All I know of you is the. Sights of war.
A film, by Coppola the helicopter 's roar.
One day I' ll touch your soil.
One day I 'll finally know my soul.
One. Day I 'll come to you.
.To say hello... Vietnam.
And Buddha 's made of stone watch over me
My dreams they lead me through in the fields of rice
In. Prayer in the, light... I see my skin
I touch my tree, my roots, my begin
One day I 'll touch your soil.
One day I ll finally.' Know my soul.
One day I 'll come to you.
To say hello... Vietnam.
One day I' ll walk your soil
One day I ll finally know. ' My soul
.One day I 'll come to you
To say hello... Vietnam
To say hello... Vietnam
To say Xin ch: O... Vietnam
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