Luyện nghe bài hát Gung Ho

On a field of red one gold
Raised above his
Raised his head
He was not any other
He was like any other
And the song bled
Was a to him

my little one
The seed of
Sewn in the
Of cloth worn
Where are adorned

Above the northern
The great fly
With wings
Over the fields
And the people
And the men they
Yet not for own
And the are hungry
And the wheel

before a grass hut
A young boy
His lay dead
His cried for bread
And within his heart
The of revolution sewn
In cloth humbly
While others are

And he into a man
Not like any
Just any other
One man
A beard the of rice
A face the of tea
Who shared the
Of other men in
With shackles on his
the guillotine

Who against
imperialism
Who remained
others slept
Who like jefferson
Let ring
And the of justice turns
and bitterly
And the people were
Plant that that seed
And they crawled on their
the giant beast
And filled the carts bodies
Where once had their crops

And the great birds
Spread their wings
And his mother
And the typhoons and the
The in flames
And the sun
None be more beautiful
Than
Nothing was beautiful
vietnam

And his heart beating
And the wheel turning
And the he bled
a hymn to them
I have served the whole
I have served my whole
And as I leave world
May you union
And my affection
as sky
Filled golden stars

The question is
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 dying
And so beautiful
So
me one more turn
Give me one turn
One more of the wheel

One revolution
One turn of the wheel