Chú Ếch Con, Hai Con Thằn Lằn Con ♫ Bé MAI VY Nhạc Thiếu Nhi Vụi Nhộn Sôi Động Hay Nhất

In the evening the sun sets over the river my heart is lonely day after day the birds fly In the dead of night the moon is hazy as if the outside world has returned to visit the child oh outside here is the moon of your soul In the evening the sunlight falls on the river my heart is lonely every day I miss my child my heart knows the pain of separation my heart doesn't remember whether to go or return In the dead of night the moon is hazy as if the outside world has returned to visit me oh outside I miss and long for you how can I have the outside in my life Hey my child I miss you how can I have a daughter in this life Returning home the distant shadow of home the bamboo bridge sways the red boat floats downstream on the river Look at the six-tiered tower where the fields are bright in the evening mist clouds floating with the sunny sky Returning home why does the heart of the people feel a lingering sorrow the sweet memories of childhood the words I speak are as white as the back of the worker Every day the vegetable grows in the summer evening I miss the fairy sitting and lulling hearing the words "hồ" rising oh "hồ" how Sunlight old days of sitting in the sun surely will pass quickly Oh the lake oh some golden flowers the bridge visits the child Water hyacinths float on the singing current their deep affection and heavy loyalty overflowing Oh the lake oh the sun is spreading its fragrance while the mountain still chews horizontally Coconut trees sway gently in the distant fields their white flowers blooming in the heart of the hometown's affection Returning home after many years away the red bamboo bridge sways as it floats down the river There's a six-string guitar in the distant field evening smoke curls like a swallow's tail oh my dear Returning home why does my heart swell with emotion The quiet night is filled with poetry missing the words I once spoke with a bent back I thought the lullaby song had ended but I heard the words "Xoài Hồ Hồ Ơi" echoing Oh oh my heart is broken shattered and full of sorrow Oh the lake oh the golden breeze turns the old song into a sorrowful melody Water hyacinths float with the sound of fish swimming their heartfelt emotions and deep bonds flowing to the feet Oh the lake oh the lake the sun is too harsh and the mountains still chew the mist Palm sugar and pickled mango lotus soup drifting away sour fish in the heart and the glory of the hometown The old man's story is a tale of a chicken and the old man is the rooster Why are you staying to oil the bell when there's a beautiful girl asking for a song and a poem The old man's story is a tale of a chicken and the old man's story is a tale of a rooster Why are you staying to oil the boat come and ask the old man about the boat's condition Dad taught me dad taught me the king My father taught me my mother-in-law is always complaining about the pig Dad taught me dad taught me dad Dad taught me mother-in-law keeps calling me a pig