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Hey Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam
Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam

Yesterday I got a letter from my friend fighting in Vietnam
And this is what he had to say:
Tell all my friends that I ll be coming home soon
My time ll be up some time in June
Don t forget , he said, to tell my sweet Mary
Her golden lips are sweet as cherry

And it came from Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam
Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam

It was just the next day his mother got a telegram
It was addressed from Vietnam
Now mistress Brown, she lives in the USA
And this is what she rode and said:
Don t be alarmed , she told me the telegram said
But mistress Brown your son is dead

And it came from Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam
Vietnam, Vietnam - hey - Vietnam
Somebody please stop that war now!

Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam - oh
Vietnam, Vietnam - oh - Vietnam, oh oh oh oh - somebody please stop it
Vietnam, Vietnam - oh - Vietnam, Vietnam, oh oh oh oh
Vietnam - hey - Vietnam - aha - Vietnam - oh oh yeah
I wanna say now somebody stop that war - Vietnam .... - oh yeah, aha ....

Running out of breath
Chasing down the big parade, rising up my hand, thought I d beg the marching band to play, for me
all of these illusions, they really mean the world to me, me

Don t make me out to be this helpless child of misery, maybe love is what...

A very old friend
Came by today
Cause he was telling everyone in town
About the love he just found
And Marie s the name of his latest flame

He talked and talked
And I heard him say
That she had...

Czy wiesz jak ja czuję się kiedy błądzę cały dzień
Po lokalach nosi mnie, chcę zobaczyć choć twój cień
Dziś już minął drugi rok kiedy spotkał się nasz wzrok
Dla ciebie to było nic, ja z radości chciałem wyć

Zacząłem wtedy marzyć, że spotkania przyjdzie czas
Jak wspaniale byłoby...

I jumped out the bed
Flat iron my hair
But in our true religon
I m so far from peigon
And I hit the closet
Throw on my juicy coaches
Rock my shirt and my bra
Then head staight to the shake draw
Botaga, veneta, valentino, gucci, carde air, marc...

Why don t you drag and drop
Instead of copy and paste?
But you put me in your dustbin
You ve got nothing to waste
No i neither came to preach and nor to amuse you
I m not the king of pop who intends to abuse you

When we get on stage i know you...