Tell me [F#7]all about [G#7]this name, that [A#m]is difficult to say
It [F#7]was given me [G#7]the day I [A#m]was born
Want to [F#7]know about [G#7]the stories of [C#sus4]the [A#m]empire of old
My [F#7]eyes say more of [G#7]me than what you dare [A#m]to say.
All I [D#m]know of you is all [Fm]the sights of war
A [D#m]film by Coppola, [Fm]the helicopter's roar.
One [F#7]day [G#7]----- --------I'll touch [A#m]your soil
One [F#7]day [G#7]I'll finally know [C#sus4]your soul
One [F#7]day [G#7]------ ------I'll come [A#m]to you
To say [F#7]hello--- [G#7] [A#m]---- 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 your soul.
One day I'll come to you.
To say hello... Vietnam.
[D#m]And Buddha’s made of stone [Fm]watch over me
[D#m]My dreams they lead me through [Fm]the fields of rice
In [D#m]prayer, in the [Fm]light…I see my kin
I touch my [D#m]tree, my [Fm]roots, my begin
One day I'll touch your soil.
One day I'll finally know your 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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