Luyện nghe bài hát Gung Ho

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

Above the northern plainThe great flyWith great wings
the paddy fields
And the people the men they toil
Yet not for own
And the children are
And the groans
There a grass hut
A young boy
His mother lay deadHis sisters cried for
And within his young heartThe seed of sewn
In humbly wornWhile others are adorned

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

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

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

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

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

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