Luyện nghe bài hát Gung Ho

On a field of red one gold above his head
above his head
He was not like any
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 plainThe great birds flyWith great
the paddy fields
And the people kneelAnd the men toil
Yet not for own
And the children are
And the wheel
There before a hut
A boy stood
His mother lay deadHis cried for bread
And his young heartThe seed of revolution sewn
In cloth humbly wornWhile others are

And he grew a man
Not like any like any other
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 fought imperialism
Who remained
While others
Who penned Jefferson
Let ring
And the of justice turns
Slow and
And the people were
Plant that that seedAnd they crawled on their bellies
the giant beast
And filled the carts bodies
Where once had been crops

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

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

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

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