Carrying a backpack up a steep hill
Nine-step communal house with nine-story waterfall
Search in the shadow of the spirit fire
The country is surrounded by tigers and elephants.

Legs have eyes and pairs
All out wind falls rain falls gongs
Listen to the bare-handed prehistoric man
Twist each straight and curved piece of stone into an axe.
Raise the rod, look up with pride
The package in the thousand streams flows and the sound of the river is heard.
Step by step, follow the rhythm of the Ba River
Beef is one sun-dried and pho is two bowls.
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