Luyện nghe bài hát Gung Ho

On a field of red one gold starRaised his head
Raised above his
He was not like any
He was just like any otherAnd the song bledWas a hymn to him
my little one
The seed of
Sewn in the cloth humbly worn
Where others are

Above the northern plainThe birds flyWith great wings
the paddy fields
And the people the men they toil
Yet not for own
And the children are
And the wheel
before a grass hut
A boy stood
His mother lay deadHis cried for bread
And within his heartThe seed of revolution sewn
In cloth humbly others are adorned

And he grew a man
Not like any otherJust any other
One man
A beard the of rice
A face the color of teaWho shared the
Of other men in
With shackles on his
Escaped the

Who fought againstColonialism
Who remained
While slept
Who like Jefferson
Let ring
And the of justice turns
and bitterly
And the people were
Plant that that seedAnd they crawled on their bellies
Beneath the beast
And filled the carts bodies
once had been their crops

And the great birds swarmSpread their overhead
And his mother deadAnd the typhoons and the
The jungles in
And the sun
None be more beautifulThan Vietnam
Nothing was more Vietnam

And his heart beating
And the kept turningAnd the words he bled
a hymn to them
I have served the whole have served my whole country
And as I this worldMay you suffer union
And my affectionLimitless as skyFilled with golden stars

The is raised
above his head
Was he of his
Was he a man
For his image fills the heart
With none but

And the keep crying
And the men keep dyingAnd it's so beautiful
Give me one more turnGive me one more
One turn of the wheel
One revolution
One more of the wheel