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 song bledWas a hymn to him
my little one
The seed of
Sewn in the sleeveOf humbly worn
Where are adorned

Above the northern plainThe great birds flyWith great
Over the paddy
And the kneelAnd the men they toil
Yet not for own
And the children are
And the wheel
There a grass hut
A young boy
His mother lay deadHis sisters for bread
And within his young heartThe of revolution sewn
In cloth humbly wornWhile are adorned

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

Who againstColonialism imperialism
Who awake
While slept
Who like Jefferson
Let independence
And the of justice turns
Slow and
And the were crying
Plant that seed that seedAnd they crawled on their
Beneath the giant
And the carts with bodies
Where once had their crops

And the great birds swarmSpread their wings
And his mother deadAnd the typhoons and the
The in flames
And the sun
None could be more beautifulThan
was more beautifulThan Vietnam

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

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

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