Capô 1 giọng Phạm Quỳnh Anh
Tell me [F]all about this [G]name, that is [Am]difficult to say
It was [F]given me the[G] day I was [Am]born
Want to [F]know about the [G]stories of the [C]empire of [Am]old
My [F]eyes say more of [Em]me than what you dare to [Am]say.
All I [F]know of you is all the sights [Em]of war
A [F]film by Coppola, the helicopter's [G]roar.
Tell me [F]all about my [G]colour, my hair [Am]and my little feet
That have [F]carried me every [G]mile of the [Am]way.
Want to [F]see your house, your [G]streets. Show me [C]all I do not [Am]know.
Wooden [F]sampans, floating [Em]markets, light of [Am]gold.
All I [F]know of you is all the sights [Em]of war
A [F]film by Coppola, the helicopter's [G]roar.
Chorus
And [F]Buddha’s made of stone watch over [Em]me
[F]My dreams they lead me through the [Em]fields of rice
In [F]prayer, in the light…I see [Em]my kin
I touch my [F]tree, my roots, my be[G]gin
Chorus
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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