Luyện nghe bài hát Gung Ho

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

Above the northern plainThe great flyWith great wings
Over the paddy
And the people kneelAnd the men toil
Yet not for own
And the are hungry
And the wheel
There before a hut
A boy stood
His mother lay deadHis sisters for bread
And within his young seed of revolution sewn
In cloth humbly wornWhile others are

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

Who againstColonialism imperialism
Who remained
others slept
Who penned Jefferson
Let independence
And the cart of justice
and bitterly
And the people were
Plant seed that seedAnd they crawled on their bellies
Beneath the beast
And the carts with bodies
Where once had their crops

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

And his heart beating
And the kept turningAnd the words he bled
Were a hymn to
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 question is
above his head
Was he of his
Was he a man
For his image the southern heart
With but bitterness

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