THƯƠNG CA ĐIỆU TÀI TỬ - NSƯT VŨ LUÂN - NSƯT HỒ NGỌC TRINH

The wind blows through my heart The song of self-interaction, the song of the poor couple The song of the stars, the song of the song of love The music of our story has been passed down for hundreds of years It is respected and loved for a long time A face full of love, a tall and handsome man Call the soul of the country, the heart of the person who is far away The sound of the flute, the sound of the blood, the blood of the people The life of the king is full of love The beauty of the country, the beauty of the people The song of self-interaction, the song of the poor couple The song of the sorrowful past The sound of the flute, the sound of the blood, the blood of the people The song of the sorrowful past The music of the people The sound of spring, who is in love with the dream The sound of the moon, the sound of the flowers under the tree The song of spring, the wind is blowing The sound of the sorrowful past The song of the people The song of the sorrowful past The music of the people The song of the people The beauty of the country, the beauty of the people The song of the sorrowful past The music of the people The song of the sorrowful past The music of the people The beauty of the country, the beauty of the people The music of the people The beauty of the country, the beauty of the people The music of the people The beauty of the country, the beauty of the people The sound of spring The song of spring Stay in the south, where earthly life worships Entrust to you own hearth the generosity of the soul The Japanese colonizer and Japanese people stars to war