Luyện nghe bài hát Gung Ho

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

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

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

Who againstColonialism imperialism
Who awake
While others
Who penned Jefferson
Let independence
And the cart of turns
and bitterly
And the were crying
Plant that seed that seedAnd they on their bellies
Beneath the giant
And the carts with bodies
Where once had their crops

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

And his heart beating
And the kept turningAnd the words he bled
a hymn to them
I have served the peopleI have served 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 heart
With none but

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