Let Me See His Western Nose
- Jonathan Pryce (1989)Music player is disabled
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Lyrics
Engineer! Thuy is dead!
He was going to kill my baby and I shot
You did what? Who is that?
You'll be followed! Get him out of here!
Goodbye!
We must leave! Tam and I!
We must set off for America tonight
Oh right! Just like that!
Tell me how, and tell me at it, tell
Me why.
I hear the voice of my soldier
Telling me to bring...his son
You're telling me this half-breed brat
Is born the son of a marine?
Let me see his western nose
This bastard is...
The most beautiful sight i've ever seen!
A passport in my hand
My new life can begin
Your brat's American
So they must let us in!
In!
The playground of mankind!
The movie in my mind!
I'm your dear brother from now on
And all our family is gone
Boy, kiss you brand-new uncle Tran
This kid is okay
He is our entree
To the U.S.A.
With these two little diamonds to bait
My hooks
I'll book us a cruise - "Boat-people"
Deluxe
Don't worry 'bout the sharks out in the
Mekong bay
The pirates taking us are more scary any day.
You just stay here and hide
Don't show your face outside
Take care of our little dear
I will go "Engineer".
If you want to die in bed
Don't care to much for country
Hit the open sea insead
And float there like a cark
Uncle Ho - Ho! Ho!
I'll havre to call you from New York.
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