• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Vietnam - Bruce Springsteen
• Vietnam - Andres Calamaro
• Vietnam - Project Pitchfork
• Vietnam - Jimmy Cliff
• Vietnam - Saukrates
• Vietnam - Lars Frederiksen & The Bastards
• Vietnam - The Redemption Song
• Vietnam - J.b. Lenoir

The runway rushed up at me, I felt the wheels touch down
Stood out on the blacktop, and took a taxi into town
Got off down on Main Street, to see what I recognized
All I seen was strange faces, watching a stranger passin' by
Vietnam, Vietnam, I don't man
Back in Vietnam
Went for my job back at the factory, down at the factory
The only thing I heard from the man at the desk
Is, "Son, understand if it was up to me"
'bout half the town's out of work
Ain't nothin' for you here
From the assembly line to the front-line
But I guess you didn't hear"
You died in Vietnam, you died in Vietnam
Now don't you understand, you died in Vietnam
Drive down my neighborhood
See the flags out on the porch
So I went to see my old baby
Down at First and Grand
Her mama told me she ran off
With a singer in a rock 'n' roll band
????
I can see me passin' by
You died in Vietnam, you died in Vietnam
Boy, don't you understand, you died in Vietnam
The runway rushed up at me, I felt the wheels hit down
I stood out on the blacktop, and took a taxi into town
Got off down on Main Street, to see what I could see
All I seen was strangers, watchin' a stranger pass by
And that stranger was me
Vietnam, Vietnam, oh-no man
Vietnam
Went to see my baby, down on First and Grand
To tell her I'd come home from away in Vietnam
Her mama came to the door and told me
Her mama told me she ran away
With a singer in a rock 'n' roll band
She said, "I'm sorry son, but we understand"
You died in Vietnam, you died in Vietnam

Nuestro Vietnam...
hecho de saliva y sangre...
es verdad...
y tal vez no te voy a perdonar...
Nuestro Vietnam...

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 i was wounded now i'm paralyzed
all this has changed my point of view
i shot enemies now i know they are humans
i shot civilists now i know i'm a murderer
i had time to think now i want to tell
those young men who want to be soldiers
who want to fight in a war for their country
that i've seen it that i'm a victim of war
and that i don't want them to do
the same mistake
every time i close my eyes
i can hear the screams
i can see the dead and the fire
i don't want them to see the things i saw
i want to tell them they needn't to be
soldiers to be men
and i've learned that love and forgiveness
is better than hate and war
but now those people who sent me
to their war forbid me to speak
about the love about the pleasure

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 as sweet as cherries'.
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 U.S.A
and this is
what she wrote 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
Vietnam !
Somebody please stop that war now !
Vietnam
Vietnam
Vietnam
Vietnam
Vietnam
Vietnam

[Saukrates]
I'm loving the weather in this damn neighbourhood
Hot, like fire, everything females looking good, ain't it
My nigga Freddy agrees, we near fainted
(Not knowing that my face portrait was being painted)
(That very same day)
Anyways we chilling on the stoop shooting the breeze
Arguing about who was the illest MC
Verbally slapped my nigga, saying player it's Jay-Z
My moms cuts it short, sending me to the A&P;
Supplies for supper, quart of milk, loaf of bread and a stick of butter
You're damn right, I was making beats for A's(?) last night
And you know them vets make you work up an appetite
Split, jump in the Ac, it's deaded in the back
Won't start, pumping them tracks killed my battery
Mad at me, errrr, nigga hit the brakes
Dud I live for them Camelo and PF Cuttin' tapes
Can't forget what Clue got, Tony Touch and Doo Wop
Kid we can walk it's only five from my crib
And anyway my nigga Jay who got my Mastermind joint
Stay on the way to the grocery point
Be back soon momma say
(Not knowing that my face portrait was being painted)
(That very same day)
Walking, talking, Mrs. Johnson is on her lawn
Sunbathing so we honkin', errh
She the finest forty-something I seen in nine lives
Not even Mr. Johnson believe she forty-five
That's why I've made the pledge, no more chickenheads
Let me ride with you big girl, keeping me well feed
Here come the ice cream trucks, some kids playing double dutch
Looking ill but too young to touch
Then one child said, yo Big Sox when's the album due kid?
It's out stupid, I want to form a neighbourhood B
Like a Vietnam camp in '73, seperated from society
Hit the corner, there's my nigga Jay eyeing me
Motherfucker where my tape at? Lie to me!
And I'mma brake that, you let's take a walk
I'mma get it on my way back, we gotta talk
I heard one of them coons from the other side of the block
Was fucking with you over some bullshit
And pulled clips illigitly
{Yo he acted shifty because my crib's where his chick be hangin dude}
Ignore that shit G and keep that thang banging, in everyway
(Not knowing that my face portrait was being painted)
(That very same day)
We gets to the A, and P Jay's smoking so them niggas wait for me
I'm standing in the express line and what do I see?
Through the window, that same coon and his kinfolk
Everything turned slow motioned and muted
In my mind while I saw these niggas creep up from behind
I see one pull a nine, I scream TURN AROUND!
Too late, my nigga Jay's brain stained the ground
They kicked my nigga Freddy in the gut saying what
Now motherfucker, your man's nothing but a memory
And hits him with another sucker punch
Fuck the lunch, today I'm killing the bunch
I run outside with one nigga lie dead
The other bleedin' from the head
Grab the gat Jay had strapped on the inside of his leg
Yo Freddy just chill, I'm about to retaliate
Ill visions of murder, blowe
Fuck it now it's time to kill
Cock back, I'm prepared for action
Becoming one with Samuel L. Jackson
Turn the corner, I see them niggas running away
Hit the shortcut, I'm waiting at his crib
I'mma end this shit today
Look, here he comes now
I've never felt pressure like this before
Debating, whether I should blast on site
Or wait 'til the motherfucker puts the key in the door
Creep up on a nigga with God's hand
On the hair pintrigger, forgive me momma
but I'm going to be a little late with the groceries
I mean, you know diner's just going to have to wait
Turn around motherfucker!

When I came back from Saigon
Everyone turned their head
No one put their hand out
No one shared their bread
I lost my wife, I lost my job, I lost my brother too
Blue collar kids got nothing to do with it
Nightmares of jungles and M-16's
Hippies give me shit in my army greens
Now I'm running the streets of Birmingham
25 years since Vietnam
Some pull jobs some pull scams
But I'm just doing the best I can
Well it's very hard to realize that there's no love no more
The day I got on the plane was the day that I left the war
Arrived in Heatheron on a red eye flight
Down Kellet road I scored for the night
I took the tube through London town
When I woke up I was on mid land ground
Running the streets of Birmingham
25 years since Vietnam
Some pull jobs and some pull scams
But I'm just doing the best I can.

my eyes still burn from the bodies all around,
my ears still ringing from the awful sound of your last words, walking away.
still i'm left remembering the day you left me for dead.
so can you see the outcome?
did you count the cost?
and is it heavier than hell?
is it heavier than hell?
these desperate hands reach for the sky,
looking for escape before my heart breaks.
arriving one day too late on the sun bleached shore,
we've been digging our graves from the day we were born.
a brave new world wrapped up in clouds of smoke,
if i survive, what do i carry home?
so can you see the outcome?
did you count the cost?
and is it heavier than hell?
and is it worth the loss?
we're already dead, we're already dead,
carry me home, just carry me home.
i wanna know, i wanna know: if i survive, what do i carry home?

Vietnam Vietnam, everybody cryin' about Vietnam
Vietnam Vietnam, everybody cryin' about Vietnam
The law all the days (?) killing me down in Mississippi,
nobody seems to give a damn
Oh God if you can hear my prayer now, please help my
brothers over in Vietnam
Oh God if you can hear my prayer now, please help my
brothers over in Vietnam
The poor boys fightin', killin' and hidin' all in holes,
Maybe killin' their own brother, they do not know
Mister President you always cry about peace, but you must
clean up your house before you leave
Oh how you cry about peace, but you must clean up your
house before you leave
How can you tell the world how we need peace, and you