Hợp âm Bui-Doi

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[Verse 1]
[G]They're called Widoy,
the dust of life,
Conceived in hell and born [C]in strife.
They are the living re[G]minder
[C]Of all the good we fai[G]led to do.[C]
[G]We [C]can't forget, must not forget,
[G]that they are all our[C] childre[G]n too.
Like all [F#aug]survivors,
I once [G]thought,
when I'm [D]home I won't give a [Em]dam n.
But now I know I'm [C]caught,
I'll [D]never leave Vi[G]etnam
War isn't [F#aug]over when[Bbaug] it ends[G]
Some [D]pictures never leave your [Em]mind
They are the faces of the [A]children
The ones we left be[D]hind
They're called [G]Brito,
the dust of [C]life,
conceived in [G]hell and born in [C]strife.
[Am]They are the livin[G]g reminder[C]
of [B]all the good we fail to [Em]do.
We can't for[C]get, must not for[G]get,
that they [D]are all our children, [G]too.
Those kids [F#aug]hit walls on every [G]side.
They don't [D]be long in any [Em]place.
Their secrets they can't even [C]hide.
It's [D]printed on their [G]face.
I never [F#aug]thought one day
I'd [G]bleed for half [D]-breed
from a land that's [Em]torn.
But then I saw a camp for chil[A]dren
whose crime was being [D]born.
Their cork we [G]toy, the dust of [C]life
[Am]Con [C]ceived in [G]hell and born in s[C]trife
[Am]We owe them fa[G]thers and a fa[C]mily
A [B]loving home they never [Em]knew
Because we [C]know deep in our hearts
[G]That they are [D]all our children [G]too
[Ebdim]These are souls in nee[Em]d
[D]They need us to [G]give
[B]Someone has [Eb]to pay
[Gdim]For thei[Eb]r chance t[Gdim]o live
[E]Help me try[A]! dots for lif[D]e
Considered [A]her
And poorly [D]strived
[Bm]They are the [A]living
[D]Reminders
Of all the good we failed to [F#m]do
[Ebdim]That's why we kn[A]ow
That's why we know
Deep in our [F#m]heart
Deep in our hearts
That's why we [A]know
That they are [E]all
Our children
[G]True
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