Luyện nghe bài hát Gung Ho

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

Above the northern plainThe 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 sisters cried for
And within his young heartThe of revolution sewn
In cloth humbly wornWhile others are

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

Who fought imperialism
Who remained
others slept
Who penned like
Let independence
And the cart of turns
Slow and
And the were crying
Plant that seed that they crawled on their bellies
Beneath the giant
And filled the carts with
Where once had been their

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

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

The question is
above his head
Was he of his
Was he a man
For his image fills the southern
none but bitterness

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