Luyện nghe bài hát Gung Ho

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

Above the northern great 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 boy stood
His mother lay deadHis sisters for bread
And within his young seed of revolution sewn
In cloth humbly others are adorned

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

Who fought againstColonialism
Who remained
While slept
Who penned like
Let ring
And the of justice turns
and bitterly
And the were crying
Plant that that seedAnd they crawled on their bellies
the giant beast
And filled the with bodies
once had been their crops

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

And his heart beating
And the wheel kept turningAnd the he bled
Were a hymn to
I have served the whole peopleI served my whole country
And as I leave this worldMay you union
And my great affectionLimitless as skyFilled with golden

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

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