Doan Quan Viet-Nam Di [March to the Front] Verse 1 Soldiers of Vietnam, we go forward, With the one will to save our Fatherland Our hurried steps are
He wakes up screaming He wakes up screaming He wakes up He wakes up in a cold sweat He dreams he's going to get a letter in the post Telling him he's
Sailing over to Vietnam Southeast Asian Birmingham Well training is the word we use Nice word to have in case we lose Training a million Vietnamese To
U.s. soldiers are a-dying over there, over there As the status quo remains over there U.s. soldiers are a-dying while their mothers sit home crying It
i wanted to fight so i went to war i thought it was right to fight for my country but then i saw the torture i saw the misery the pain and the dead and
Fleur des villes ou des campagnes Fille des plages, fille des montagnes Moderne ou plus traditionnelle Tu restes toujours la plus belle A Saigon, Hue
(parts of victims organs) (they will give you better style) (attach the platemail to your insides) blistered by the fire (keep your victims confined
(parts of victims organs) (they will give you better style) (attach the platemail to your insides) blistered by the fire (keep your victims confined)
Daddy was a soldier He taught me about freedom Peace and all the great things That we take advantage of Once I fed the homeless I'll never forget
Raconte-moi ce nom etrange et difficile a prononcer Que je porte depuis que je suis nee Raconte-moi le vieil empire et le trait de mes yeux brides Qui
blow up, Hanoi est tombee vers l'ouverture Blow up Hanoi damnee glissee vers l'impure Comme un retour de flamme Au viet, viet, au vietnam, ouh yeah !
Daddy was a soldier he taught me about freedom Peace and all the great things that we take advantage of Once I fed the homeless, I'll never forget
Si j'avais un frere au Viet-Nam Je lui parlerais de la France Je lui dirais que j'ai la chance De rencontrer de jolies femmes Je lui ecrirais ce qu'elles
[Verse 1] Goodbye my love The country is in need of me And I heard there were signs for war So I'm going overseas So don't cry my love The skies above
jean cocteau is covered in butter the ghosts of cappucino and zaza hover in the hallway where the devil and his lover beg you for change on the slide
Sittin' down here thinkin', I don't wanna go to Vietnam I'm sittin' down here thinkin', I don't wanna go to Vietnam I have all these troubles at home,
What happened to the purple heart I sent from war You drew a peace sign in it and stuck it to the front door I'm so confused What happened to the uptight