Luyện nghe bài hát Gung Ho

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

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

And he grew a man
Not any otherJust like any other
One man
A beard the of rice
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 penned Jefferson
Let independence
And the cart of justice
and bitterly
And the people were
Plant that seed that seedAnd they crawled on bellies
Beneath the giant
And filled the carts bodies
Where had been their crops

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

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

The is raised
Raised his head
Was he of his
Was he a man
For his image fills the heart
With but bitterness

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