| Title : Mang Tiền Về Cho Mẹ |
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| Singer(s): Đen Vâu ft. Nguyên Thảo |
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| Bring Mom money, bring Mom money Bring Mom money, don’t bring Mom worries Bring Mom money, bring Mom money Bring Mom money, don’t bring Mom worries But for Mom, I would have amounted to nothing A sticky rice steamer couldn’t have instilled discipline For the PC I recorded my early verses on, Mom traded days of toil and sweat (dripping) Now that my work is raking it in, Mom could just sit back and relax (tea sipping) Oh days that were dreary and the wind was blustery, Mom’s frail figure in the middle of the road - at times collapsed from daylong hunger Mom skimped on food, pinched pennies owing to constant worries Now I’m carrying my tote bag, going to buy Mom Dior (to hold groceries) Who taught me my very first words? (it was Mom) Who guided my hand through my first writing? (it was Mom) Who corrected my first mistake? (it was Mom) Who lifted me back up when life first knocked me down? (always Mom) The bestest of songs is Mom’s midsummer afternoon lullaby The longest are days when Mom travels far to the market till late The most scrumptious food is Mom’s rice, in the cast iron pot on an open fire Might be some big shot in life, still a dutiful son inside All children will someday leave home To embark on life voyages of their own Though life isn’t always what it seems Out of the nest, chances of getting pampered are slim All children will someday leave home To taste life’s flavors - bitter, sour, salty, spicy, sweet - on their own “Mom just wants you kids to take good care of yourselves” But Mom will whoop your ass if you come home skin and bones Bring Mom money, bring Mom money Bring Mom money, don’t bring Mom worries Bring Mom money, bring Mom money Bring Mom money, don’t bring Mom worries I can now make money from my look and my sound That’s all my parents, no silver spoon - I’ve done without Lines of my waiting fans, from Dong Khoi street All the way to the end of Ky Con For my autograph I hold them dear to my heart and also hope the feeling is mutual My money needs not be laundered Just sweat, a good honest scent Rest assured, Mom, I’m a model citizen Taxes paid on time and in full even My music flies in many aspects Law-abiding is me and the money I make Channel energy into a means Of virtuous living like a beauty queen Though without getting her own crown I take after you, Mom - your son’s as gentle as a lamb Plunge into life with Mom’s words in mind Cast mockery aside, people that didn’t bat an eye Bring Mom money, crisp and dirt-free Mom is my mom only. I belong to everybody Get on stage to make people’s day. Go home and put smiles on Mom’s face Cos time is too cruel, I feel myself becoming less brave How much would it cost for a day - when I could still fit into a cast iron pan? Taking in my daily dose of Mom’s scolding to realize I’m still far from wise Mom’s son is only a “servant” but wants life to treat you, like a queen, just right All children will someday leave home To embark on life voyages of their own Though life isn’t always what it seems Out of the nest, chances of getting pampered are slim All children will someday leave home To taste life’s flavors - bitter, sour, salty, spicy, sweet - on their own “Mom just wants you kids to take good care of yourselves” But Mom will whoop your ass if you come home skin and bones You kids had better eat a lot Don’t wander off - hang out with the right crowd If something happens, call Mom immediately On the road don’t rev up the engine nor pop a wheelie Go out into the world and come back with useful lessons Or Mom will whoop your ass if you learn something indecent Money’s not easy to come by, try to be frugal Cut back on cigarettes, don’t just copy your Dad I know time is heartless and brutal Aging skin and hair - that everyone must encounter No exception, nor exemption A keen observer with no blind spots Mom breaking her back in the scorching heat Mom taught me not to waver and stay grounded If I had the money, I’d launch a lipstick line I’d call the lip color for all moms Steadfast Not a businessman but not without an accountant To safeguard my money from leaks and suckers Mom’s hands are roughened by too many calluses So I entrust my money to Mom’s tight grip Birds of the air have nests, sons of men have ancestors Wanting to spread the wings and soar high, which kind of bird needs no feather? Bring Mom money for Mom to sew my wings Bring Mom worries and the wrath of the God of Thunder is awaiting Rap music from Southeast Asia (Vietnam) Play Mom’s words to all 7 continents (Vietnamese) Obey Mom, no lies and deceits Export music and reap profits Bring Mom money, Mom my money custodian Don’t do evil deeds cos they set bad precedents The gambling devil works hard but I work harder Bring home clean money, not corrupt currency Bring Mom money, Mom my money custodian Don’t do evil deeds cos they set bad precedents The gambling devil works hard but I work harder Bring home clean money, not corrupt currency Good thing I’d meandered, to know my own limits Good thing Den’s fans are not ones to heckle Good thing I’ve found my path in endless possibilities Good thing I was born into poverty to know money doesn’t grow on trees Good thing I’d meandered, to know my own limits Good thing Den’s fans are not ones to heckle Good thing I’ve found my path in endless possibilities Good thing I was born into poverty to know money doesn’t grow on trees Bring Mom money, bring Mom money Bring Mom money, don’t bring Mom worries Bring Mom money, bring Mom money Bring Mom money. If Dad needs some, ask Mom. (hehe) |