Hello Vietnam - Xin cho Vit Nam

Phm Qunh Anh, sinh ngy 16 thng 1 nm 1987, l mt n ca s ngi B gc Vit. Thng 9 nm 2000, khi mi 13 tui, c vt qua hn 1000 th sinh ginh gii nht cuc thi mang tn "Pour la gloire" ca i truyn hnh RTBF (B). Ti cuc thi ny, c may mn gp v c cng tc vi nhc s ti danh Marc Lavoine. Nm 2002, Qunh Anh k hp ng ghi m vi Rapas Centre, chi nhnh ca hng Universal t ti Php. Nm 2005, "Bonjour Vietnam", mt bi ht c nhc s Marc Lavoine sng tc, Guy Balbert dch sang ting Anh vi tn "Hello Vietnam", bn thu m bi ht ny c pht hnh mt cch tnh c trn Internet nhng gy ra mt hin tng k l, c bit l trong cng ng ngi Vit hi ngoi. Vi giai iu nh nhng, ni dung bi ht ni v tnh cm ca mt Vit kiu sinh ra xa qu hng dnh cho t nc Vit Nam. 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. Ni cho con nghe tt c v ci tn ny, xa l v kh ni N c a cho con ngy con c sinh ra Con mun bit v nhng cu chuyn ca Vng Triu xa v i mt ca con ni r hn v con cho con bit nhng g Ngi khng th ni Tt c con bit v Ngi qua nhng hnh nh ca chin tranh Mt cun phim bi Coppola, v nhng chic my bay trc thng ang trong cn thnh n 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. 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. Mt ngy kia con s chm ln t m Mt ngy kia con s bit c v linh hn ca con Mt ngy kia con s n vi Ngi ni xin cho Vit Nam. Ni cho con nghe tt c v mu da, mi tc v bn chn b nh ca con mang con i mi dm ng cch xa Con mun nhn thy ngi nh, nhng con ph, cho con thy tt c nhng g con khng bit Sampans lm bng g, nhng th trng tri ni, nh sng ca vng Tt c con bit v Ngi qua nhng hnh nh ca

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. And Buddhas made of stone watch over me My dreams they lead me through the fields of rice In prayer, in the lightI see my kin I touch my tree, my roots,my begin

chin tranh Mt cun phim bi Coppola, v nhng chic my bay trc thng ang trong cn thnh n Mt ngy kia con s chm ln t m Mt ngy kia con s bit c v linh hn ca con Mt ngy kia con s n vi Ngi ni xin cho Vit Nam. Nhng ngi cha v nhng tng Pht bng Nhng gic m ca con dn dt con xuyn qua nhng cnh ng rung la Trong s nguyn cu, trong nh sng, con nhn thy h hng ca con Con v vi ting lng, v vi ci ngun, v vi t m qu cha Mt ngy kia con s chm ln t m Mt ngy kia con s bit c v linh hn ca con Mt ngy kia con s n vi Ngi ni xin cho Vit Nam. Mt ngy kia con s i b trn t m Mt ngy kia con s bit c linh hn ca con Mt ngy kia con s n ni y ni xin cho. Vit Nam ni xin cho Vit Nam ni xin cho Vit Nam.

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 Ill walk your soil One day Ill finally know my soul One day Ill come to you To say helloVietnam To say helloVietnam To say xin choVietnam

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