Luyện nghe bài hát Gung Ho

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

Awake my one
The of revolution
Sewn in the
Of humbly worn
others are adorned

Above the northern
The birds fly
great wings
Over the paddy
And the kneel
And the men they
Yet not for own
And the children are
And the wheel

before a grass hut
A boy stood
His mother lay
His sisters cried for
And within his heart
The of revolution sewn
In humbly worn
While are adorned

And he grew a man
Not like any
Just any other
One man
A beard the color of
A the color of tea
Who the misery
Of men in chains
shackles on his feet
Escaped the

Who against
imperialism
Who remained
While slept
Who like jefferson
Let ring
And the of justice turns
Slow and
And the people were
Plant that seed seed
And they on their bellies
the giant beast
And filled the with bodies
Where once had been crops

And the great birds
their wings overhead
And his dead
And the typhoons and the
The jungles in
And the sun
None could be more
vietnam
Nothing was more
vietnam

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

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

And the keep crying
And the men keep
And it's so
So
Give me one more
Give me one more
One more of the wheel

One more
One more of the wheel