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
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 Explain Request ×
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