Old Hanoi Lyrics

	作词 : Griffith
	Where are all the
	Satchel Boys
	Selling books outside the
	Metripole?
	Books to read in
	English Books of light and sorrows
	Of this foreign land
	They are gone
	They’ve flown away
	Where are all the cyclos
	With their drivers pedaling grace?
	Crowded out by motorbike
	Confined to lesser space
	In old Hanoi
	They grew wings
	They’ve flown away (chorus)
	In the words of
	Graham Greene
	Like the Quiet
	American Searching these sacred streets
	For old Hanoi
	In all of these sacred things
	That I’ve been blessed in life to see
	I believe
	I’m in someone’s dream
	In history
	Where is the eloquence
	Of the ladies on their bicycles?
	Dressed in their au dias
	In the lotus flowered nights
	Of Indochine
	They rode to progress
	They’ve flown away (chorus)
	Old Hanoi…searching for
	Indochine
	Old Hanoi…cherchant l’
	Indochine
	In old Hanoi
	In old Hanoi

	zuo ci : Griffith
	Where are all the
	Satchel Boys
	Selling books outside the
	Metripole?
	Books to read in
	English Books of light and sorrows
	Of this foreign land
	They are gone
	They' ve flown away
	Where are all the cyclos
	With their drivers pedaling grace?
	Crowded out by motorbike
	Confined to lesser space
	In old Hanoi
	They grew wings
	They' ve flown away chorus
	In the words of
	Graham Greene
	Like the Quiet
	American Searching these sacred streets
	For old Hanoi
	In all of these sacred things
	That I' ve been blessed in life to see
	I believe
	I' m in someone' s dream
	In history
	Where is the eloquence
	Of the ladies on their bicycles?
	Dressed in their au dias
	In the lotus flowered nights
	Of Indochine
	They rode to progress
	They' ve flown away chorus
	Old Hanoi searching for
	Indochine
	Old Hanoi cherchant l'
	Indochine
	In old Hanoi
	In old Hanoi

	zuò cí : Griffith
	Where are all the
	Satchel Boys
	Selling books outside the
	Metripole?
	Books to read in
	English Books of light and sorrows
	Of this foreign land
	They are gone
	They' ve flown away
	Where are all the cyclos
	With their drivers pedaling grace?
	Crowded out by motorbike
	Confined to lesser space
	In old Hanoi
	They grew wings
	They' ve flown away chorus
	In the words of
	Graham Greene
	Like the Quiet
	American Searching these sacred streets
	For old Hanoi
	In all of these sacred things
	That I' ve been blessed in life to see
	I believe
	I' m in someone' s dream
	In history
	Where is the eloquence
	Of the ladies on their bicycles?
	Dressed in their au dias
	In the lotus flowered nights
	Of Indochine
	They rode to progress
	They' ve flown away chorus
	Old Hanoi searching for
	Indochine
	Old Hanoi cherchant l'
	Indochine
	In old Hanoi
	In old Hanoi

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