| My Vietnam, I have known you for so long
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| Lately I’ve become aware of all your sorrow
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| People are hungry and afraid, while hundred miles away
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| Their leaders pig on pork chops and champagne
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| My Vietnam, there is rust upon your star
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| And your wealth is with those who are in power
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| They have betrayed your mountains and your rivers
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| They have all failed you and sold your land away
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| Where are you now, my Vietnam?
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| Where are your daughters and sons?
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| You must wake up and raise your voice as one
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| And though we deal but little strokes, in time we will fell great oaks
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| Who’s with me now?
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| Ask «Where is my, where’s my Vietnam?»
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| My Vietnam, how many young and brave
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| Must sleep beneath the waves, must fall before the cannons?
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| On Paracel and Spratly’s bloody shores our name will stand or fall
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| A thousand years of darkness still remain
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| Our own have invited China in
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| They are cowards and lackeys of Beijing
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| Where are the heirs to your mountains and your rivers?
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| They will be here when they hear your call to arms!
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| So where are you now, my Vietnam?
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| Where are your daughters and sons?
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| You must wake up and raise your voice as one
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| And though we deal but little strokes, in time we will fell great oaks
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| Hold your fist high, together we’ll fight for a new Vietnam |