Luyện nghe bài hát Gung Ho

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

Above the northern great birds flyWith great wings
Over the paddy
And the people the men they toil
Yet not for own
And the children are
And the groans
There before a hut
A boy stood
His mother lay deadHis cried for bread
And within his young heartThe of revolution sewn
In cloth humbly wornWhile are adorned

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

Who fought againstColonialism
Who remained
others slept
Who penned like
Let ring
And the cart of justice
Slow and
And the were crying
Plant that seed that seedAnd they crawled on their
Beneath the giant
And the carts with bodies
Where had been their crops

And the great birds swarmSpread their overhead
And his mother deadAnd the typhoons and the
The in flames
And the sun
could be more beautifulThan Vietnam
Nothing was beautifulThan Vietnam

And his stopped beating
And the kept turningAnd the words he bled
Were a hymn to
I have served the whole peopleI have served my country
And as I leave this worldMay you union
And my great as skyFilled with golden stars

The is raised
Raised above his
Was he of his
Was he a man
For his image the southern heart
none but bitterness

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