Luyện nghe bài hát Gung Ho

On a field of red one gold above his head
Raised above his
He was not like any
He was like any otherAnd the song they bledWas a hymn to him
my little one
The of revolution
Sewn in the cloth humbly worn
Where are adorned

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

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

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

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

And his stopped beating
And the kept turningAnd the words he bled
Were a to them
I served the whole peopleI have served my whole country
And as I this worldMay you suffer union
And my great affectionLimitless as with golden stars

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

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