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The song 'Mother's Night Load' was composed by the talented musician Hong Xuong Long exclusively for Phuong My Chi. It was officially released on August 18. Featuring familiar images of Phuong My Chi in traditional ao dai attire, accompanied by her sweet and profound voice, this sentimental music piece touches the hearts of all listeners from the very first notes.
Lyrics of 'Mother's Night Load'
1. Lyrics of the song 'Mother's Night Load'
On a lonely night, mother walks silently along the road
Sad rain on her frail shoulders, each step precarious
Hearing whispers mingling with the tears of sorrowful rain
The night flows, the streets are deserted
The burden of tea leaves has also become wet
Mother, worried, stands in the rain
The rice is not enough, life is full of hardships
Friends laugh, mocking the poverty, daring not to dream
Tomorrow, it goes against the tide of foreign lands
The flowing water still remembers the old pier with nostalgia
Swallowing the bitterness within
Mother loves, enduring the sun and enduring the rain
Oh, the age of innocent childhood, mother nurtures the years of naivety
In a dreamy sleep, there are wings of fields and endless rice paddies
Oh, the age of innocent childhood, mother raises bitter snails and dried vegetables
Now grown up, remembering, still cherishing the memory of the poor mother
Homeland, please send a song
The fragrance of rice husks forever like a mother's love
Southern night suddenly hears the sound of singing
How many, who become rich, remember the poor mother's salty and bitter meal.
Going far away, endlessly remembering the past
Remembering the burden of tea leaves in the night, the wind, the rain, the poor mother
In the heart of the child, though the years are long
Never forget the cold days of carrying the tea, mother's love.
2. Video of 'Mother's Night Load'
3. Chords for 'Mother's Night Load'
1. On a lonely night, mother walks silently along the [Gm] path
Sad rain on [Gm] frail shoulders, each step precarious and [Cm] shy
Hearing whispers [F] mingling with tears of sorrowful [Gm] rain
The night flows, the [Dm] streets are deserted
The tea leaf basket is [F] damp, mother worries, standing in the [Gm] rain.
2. Rice is [Gm] not enough, a life full of hardship and [Cm] toil
Friends laugh, mocking the [Gm] poor, daring not to dream [Cm]
Tomorrow, it goes [F] against the tide in foreign [Gm] lands
The flowing water still [Dm] remembers the old pier with [Gm] nostalgia
Swallowing the [F] bitterness within, mother loves, [Cm] enduring the sun and enduring the [Gm] rain.
[Gm] Oh, the age of innocent childhood, [Cm] mother nurtures the years of [Gm] naivety
[F] In a dreamy sleep, wings of [Cm] fields and endless rice [Gm] paddies
[Gm] Oh, the age of innocent childhood, [Cm] mother raises bitter snails and dried [Gm] vegetables
Now grown up, [F] remembering, still cherishing the [Cm] memory of the poor [Gm] mother.
Homeland, [F] please send a [Gm] song
The fragrance of rice husks [Gm] forever like a mother's [Cm] love
Southern night [F] suddenly hears the sound of [Dm] singing
How many, who become [F] rich, remember the poor [Gm] mother's salty and [Dm] bitter meal.
Going [F] far away, endlessly [Gm] remembering the [Dm] past
Remembering the [Gm] burden of tea leaves in the [Cm] night, the wind, the [Dm] rain, the poor [Gm] mother
In the [F] heart of the child, though the [Gm] years are long
Never forget the [F] cold days of carrying the tea, [Gm] mother's love.
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